I'm A Very Vicious Critic Of Myself.

I Think Making Things That Aren't Necessarily Shiny, Happy Feelings, Putting Them In That Environment Is Sometimes An Easy Way To Deal With The Ugliness. Like, I Know That As A Kid, That I Found - I Think I Learned This A Bit From My Mother - That If I Could Be As Warm Around Strangers, No Matter How Strange Or What Different Environment I Was In, That People Tended To Be Warm Back.

The Moon Is Quite A Show Off Given The Chance. The Stars Make A Sound When They Shine So Bright. Water So Blue And So Black.

A Guy And A Girl Can Be Just Friends, But At One Point Or Another, They Will Fall For Each Other... Maybe Temporarily, Maybe At The Wrong Time, Maybe Too Late, Or Maybe Forever.

A Dream Is A Massive Magic Trick Of The Mind. No Amount Of Science Could Explain Away The Mysterious Wonder.

Take These Chances Place Them In A Box Until A Quieter Time Lights Down, You Up And Die