Hopes Are Like Hair Ornaments.

I Was Thanking Him For...well, For Something I'm Not Sure I Can Explain Even Now. For Showing Me That Something Besides Cruelty Could Be Found In The World, I Suppose.

Was Life Nothing More Than A Storm That Constantly Washed Away What Had Been There Only A Moment Before, And Left Behind Something Barren And Unrecognizable?

My Feelings Of Disgust Had Been So Loud Within Me, They’d Nearly Drowned Out Everything Else.

By The Time We Arrived, As Evening Was Approaching, I Felt As Sore As A Rock Must Feel When The Waterfall Has Pounded On It All Day Long.

A Tree May Look As Beautiful As Ever; But When You Notice The Insects Infesting It, And The Tips Of The Branches That Are Brown From Disease, Even The Trunk Seems To Lose Some Of Its Magnificence.