There’s a beautiful girl here. Nowhere else to go an din a hostile world. She’s creeping through the darkness- trying to find a tiny speck of light and hope. But its gone, just like everyone else.

The world has become one collosal storm. With the wind made of bullets and blood raining down.

Salad sandwiches. Built for warm spring days. A rainbow thats all yours- and always will be.

Too many things aren’t written down. Too many things are never said. Too many people die alone.

Happy little people with happy little souls- repairing what was broken.

A little boy is walking the world. He’s searching- searching for his soul. He’s lost, but will never stop.

Someone can take away everything that you have, but they can’t take away your thoughts.

“A journey of one thousand li begins with a single step.” Chinese proverb 

May the hinges of friendship never go rusty

In your golden chain of friendship consider me a link.

Sunshine is like a million rays of hope. It will always be there- if you believe in it.

When do dreams become dreams? When do memories become memories? When does your brain go “Hey! Those things in my head are called memories!”