Give Me Life, Give Me Pain, Give

I Don't Want To Sit On The Sidelines And Not Value The Gift Of Being Here. Instead Of The Idea Of Time Ticking Away, The Grains Of Sand Running Out, I Try To Think Of Time As Giving Me Another Grain Of Sand, Another Gift. So Time Passing Is An Accumulation, Rather Than A Diminishing.

As The Sun Sets, We've All Had Those Nights Where You Question Your Choices And Where Your Life Is Going.

Confucius Does His Crossword With A Pen.

You Decide Whether You Look At Your Reality Or Live Pretending These Feelings Don't Exist.

An Interview Will Seem Very Sane To Me, And I'll Find Out That The Journalist Was Laughing Out Of The Side Of His Mouth Half Of The Time.