I Was The Life And She Was

I Can Only Assume That There’s Only One Thing More Frustrating Than Not Being Able To Find Someone, And That’s Not Being Found. I Would Want Someone To Find Me, More Than Anything.

Oh, That Fighting For Peace Is Like Screwing For Virginity.

Sometimes You Have To Give Yourself To Somebody In Order To See Who You Are. Sometimes You Have To Unravel Things To Get To The Core

Life's Kind Of Like A Painting. A Really Bizarre, Abstract Painting. You Could Look At It And Think That All It Is, Is A Blur. And You Could Continue Living Your Life Thinking That All It Is, Is Just A Blur. But If You Really Look At It, Really See It, Focus On It, And Use Your Imagination, Life Can Become So Much More. The Painting Could Be Of The Sea, The Sky, People,buildings, A Butterfly On A Flower, Or Anything Except The Blur You Were Once Convinced It Was.

She Didn't Feel Thirty. But Then Again Again, What Was Being Thirty Supposed To Feel Like? When She Was Younger, Thirty Seemed So Far Away, She Thought That A Woman Of That Age Would Be So Wise And Knowledgeable, So Settled In Her Life With A Husband And Children And A Career. She Had None Of Those Things. She Still Felt As Clueless As She Had Felt When She Was Twenty, Only With A Few More Gray Hairs And Crow's Feet Around Her Eyes.