Close Your Eyes And Stare

To New Beginnings. To The Pursuit Of...somethingness.

Life Has A Way Of Getting What It Wants When It Really Knows What It Wants.

I Can’t Even Think About What Life “could Have Been” Like In Boston, Without Crying. It’s Like Deja-vu, I Don’t Think Me And Boston Were Ever Meant To Be.

We Haven't Lost Everything, If We Haven't Lost Our Hope.

As The Rain Falls And The Sun Shines, They Grow, Grow, Grow; Minds So Open, They Go Through Life Aware And Accepting, Seeing Light Where There's Dark, Seeing Possibility In Dead Ends, Tasting Victory As Others Spit Out Failure, Questioning Where Others Accept. Just A Little Less Jaded, A Little Less Cynical.