Strangers Are Just Friends Waiting To Happen

If You Love Somebody, Tell Them.

I Chose The Shadows; They Did Not Choose Me. I Stay Here Securely Not Just Because I Feel Plain, But Because Disappearance Is By Now The Easy Way. The Habit. The Worn Path That I Can Trod Knowingly And Be Assured Safe Passage Home.

Love Is A Sweet Thing Caught A Momentand Held In A Golden Eye.

Extending Your Hand Is Extending Yourself.

Strangers Are Just Friends Waiting To Happen