To Know I Was Beautiful

We Strive For Beauty And Balance, The Sensual Over The Sentimental.

When You Started Thinking It Was Easy, You Were Forgetting What It Cost.

Oleander Time, She Said. Lovers Who Kill Each Other Now Will Blame It On The Wind.

I Wanted To Tell Her Not To Entertain Despair Like This. Despaire Wasn't A Guest, You Didn't Play Its Favorite Music, Find It A Comfortable Chair. Despair Was The Enemy." -white Oleander

When I Read, I Want To Be Fully Transported To Another Place. I Want To Feel Things, Smell Things.