It Has Been Said That There Is

Comparing Objects Like Cars, Houses, Clothes, And Defining Life According To Those Comparisons, Instead Of Trying To Discover The Real Reason For Being Alive.

And If I'm Alone In Bed, I Will Go To The Window, Look Up At The Sky, And Feel Certain That Loneliness Is A Lie, Because The Universe Is There To Keep Me Company.

I Write From My Soul. This Is The Reason That Critics Don't Hurt Me, Because It Is Me. If It Was Not Me, If I Was Pretending To Be Someone Else, Then This Could Unbalance My World, But I Know Who I Am.

No One Can Go Back, But Everyone Can Go Forward.

Most Human Beings Still Cannot Trust Love.