Two people pass each other. As one looks upon the other's skin color, the other is looking back at their appearance. Both justifying, how better and righteous they are, in their own insecurities.

Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

Though people are laughing at the dirt surrounding you, they are missing to see the seeds also planted, growing silently within.

Most of the time you meet bodies with a sour soul, and but a few wholly souls with a body.

There are people that will settle for nothing, people that will fight for something, and those that are fooled striving to have everything.

They were shiny, shiny people that were bright like light bulbs, but there I stood out like a sore thumb, my dimness flickering self, and they saw it and removed themselves from me, forming their circle of light. Until the night died, they never noticed when the sun broke open its skull of rays, where I laid by the stop sign.

The pleasures of living is loving!

People are like water: Many rush pass you, as some will over-flood. Some will drown you, or force you to go their current ways. Some will be cold or hot-tempered, but try to say with the warm ones. Some will come as a raging wave and cause a ripple, or a calm sea, supporting you, quenching your thirst, and flow by your side to where kisses will always stay wet.

People like to cry over spilled milk, but I cry every time I spill my coffee.