Waiting On The World To

Life Is Like A Box Of Crayons. Most People Are The 8-color Boxes, But What You're Really Looking For Are The 64-color Boxes With The Sharpeners On The Back. I Fancy Myself To Be A 64-color Box, Though I've Got A Few Missing.

I Know The Heart Of Life Is Good.

I Get Recognized Somewhere In Between Like Local Meteorologist And National Meteorologist.

Love Is Like Grass. If You Fall On It, It May Leave A Stain And Some Temporary Pain. But You'll Get Over The Pain, It Will Eventually Stop Hurting. Now Maybe The Stain Ruined Your Favourite Pair Of Jeans, Or Maybe It Was Nothing Special That Was Ruined, But Either Way The Stain Remains There. And With Time, It Will Begin To Fade, But It Will Always Be There, A Permanent Reminder That You, Too, Once Fell.

Sometimes I Get So Bold And I'm So Confident About What I'm Doing That I Actually Try To Be More Of A Dork Because It's A Really Liberating Feeling To Experience What It's Like To Not Care.