No music in the raindropsNo clouds with silver liningTorrents of sorrowsHorror in streams

I can't remember the poemThat pierced through my heartIt was the saddest I heardOf all truths ever spokenIt left a scar in meA wound that doesn't healBut the words are forgottenSo is a big part of me

I read for pleasureIn search of fictional worldsTo enrich my truths

Blank pages are cruelPure torture in white or beigeBut how else to start

I exaggerateThere is a lie in my truthLook! My soul is blue

I crouch in cornersThe infection is widespreadLove epidemic

The core of your true self is never lost. Let go of all the pretending and the becoming you've done just to belong.Curl up with your rawness and come home. You don't have to find yourself

To fully understand how utterly amazing we really are we must first understand all of the things about us that are not, and then we must make our habitation where they are not.

Address the people you seek, and them only

If you want to know what an ultimate goal would be, of course it would be utter peace.

If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.

I know it sounds strange - a blind teenager buzzin' round on a motorcycle - but I liked that; that was me. I had always been nervy, and I always had a lot of faith in my ability not to break my neck.

The greatest puzzle in the world, young man, the greatest challenge a man can face, a solving the riddle of a women's heart.

I'm just not sure I trust the federal government not to trample on civil liberties.

A theme of digital success is keeping it simple.