We Are Each Others Angels In The

Show Me One Man Who Knows His Own Heart, To Him I Shall Belong.

But Maybe If We Are Surrounded In Beauty Someday We Will Become What We See

The Savages Are Upon Me And I Feel My Flesh Burn Beneath The Teeth Of Their Indifference.

Sometimes The Tide Is Just Out. But It Always Comes Back In Again. In Times Of Severe Distress, We Tend To Get Tunnel Vision And Think This Feeling Will Last Forever. It Will Not.

I Have A Two-year-old Boy. Being His Mom Feels Like I Have A Present I Get To Spend The Rest Of My Life Opening.