What Is Real Is Always Worth It.

I Felt Beautiful But Also Interrupted. I Wasn't Used To Being So Complicated.

A Cliché Is Like A Coin That Has Been Handled Too Much. Once Language Has Been Overly Handled, It No Longer Leaves A Clear Imprint.

Don't Turn Over The Rocks If You Don't Want To See The Pale Creatures Who Live Under Them.

You Can't Shape Me Anymore. I Am The Uncontrolled Element, The Random Act. I Am Forward Movement In Time. You Think You Can See Me? Then Tell Me, Who Am I? You Don't Know.

This Was The Life I Was Going To Be Living, Everybody Separated From Everybody Else, Hanging On For A Moment Only To Be Washed Away.