To be mindful of the future is to dream too daringly, as dwelling upon memory. When time or setting affect a decision, morals, like blades, lose edges and grow pits.

Beauty is a walking treasure map that you can only catch with quicksand shoes.

It's all right in front of you, laughing. How come I'm the only one that sees it? Do you even know what it is? No..Why not? It bothers me so..

Having an attack dog trained to keep people out of the bathroom could be a lot of fun =P

Every day goes by, every day grows shorter, every thought becomes more lucid, and every memory becomes more diluted. I'm withering, and I want it to slow down, and sometimes I want it to end, but I'm too weak for that. I'm too old to be 15...

We're all insane, it's just a question of how much and why. But why are we so swift to call someone insane just because we don't understand them?

I will only stay unless I may

Once again I sit here, the images playing through my mind, fluidly, effortlessly, and so lucid. It's a gallery of blades..

Stabilize the fable then enfeebles your enabler.

The good days go by swiftly, and are easy to forget; The bad ones last forever and linger on your mind..