It is tragicwhat people dojust to be accepted.I once met an angelwho cut off her wingsand chose to walkwhit all the petty humans.My heart laments for the world,because what a sightit would be to behold,watching her hazy silhouettegently flyinginto the crimson sunset skies.

Only the most wavy pools know how to beautifully paint the walls with light. Embrace the chaos.

I wished to writebut there were no wordsonly embers of a million thoughtsdiving into nothingness.I wished to writeof an angel who grew wingsof faith and light out of her heartbut flew too close to the groundcaged by the hands of the obvious.I had finally lost herthe most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

We are often afraid of the futurebecause we thinkthat tomorrow will be like yesterday.You cannot live in your world of fearand expect greatness.You must decide.To be scared, or to be great