There Are Certain Kinds Of

I Just Need To Do Something New.... I've Got The Big Remote Control Of Life In My Hands, And I'm Ready To Start Pushing Some Buttons.

Not Like A Heart, Which Let People In Without Permission, Held Them In A Special Place She Never Had Any Say In And Then Yearned For Them To Remain There Longer Than They Planned.

But Even In Her Laughter There Was Something Missing. She Never Seemed To Be Truly Happy; She Just Seemed To Be Passing Time While She Waited For Something Else. She Was Tired Of Just Existing; She Wanted To Live.

The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life, And I’m Not Sure I Want To Be Here. I Know I Should Be Thanking Somebody For This, But I Really Don’t Feel Like It. Instead, I Wish They Hadn’t Bothered.

I Write Human Stories. I Write About People. Not As A Product Of Their Environment. But From The Stance That Everybody Is Made Of The Same Thing.