And Who Am I To Blow Against

Because Sometimes You Just Have To Dance Like A Madman In The Self-help Section Of Your Local Bookstore.

He Has No Idea How Beautiful The Ordinary Becomes Once It Disappears.

Let Me Hold On To This The Way It Was, Before I Knew Anything Else.

These Teenager Looks Aren't Going To Last Forever, And That There Are Much Better Foundation To Build A Life Upon Than How Attractive You Are.

I Barely Notice Colors Unless I Taste Them. Not The Yellows Or The Greens. I Taste The Deeper Blues. The Darker Reds.