I Sit Before Flowers 
hoping They Will

To Discover The Thing You're Brilliant At You First Have To Endure Realizing All The Things You're Average At.

Look Directly Into Every Mirror. Realize Our Reflection Is The First Sentence To A Story, And Our Story Starts: We Were Here.

If You Think For One Second No One Knows What You've Been Going Through; Be Accepting Of The Fact That You Are Wrong, That The Long Drawn And Heavy Breaths Of Despair Have At Times Been Felt By Everyone - That Pain Is Part Of The Human Condition And That Alone Makes You A Legion.

I Don't Want To Turn Any Of This Into Poetry / But / You're So Beautiful / Flowers Turn Their Heads To Smell You

A Question Like “do You Love Me?” Was An Itch Our Doctors Told Us Not To Scratch.