Then.

Then it was different. Then, instincts didn't matter because they were ruled out by fear. Then, all of the red flags and consequences vanished and the only thing I could see and all I looked forward to was the end. The end of another regret before it began. Never did I ask myself what awful things would come out of these short moments of surrender. Never did I think of all that would become tainted. Not once did the pain of now cross my mind then. Then, I was the only human being I trusted. 

Then was not today.

The day you do everything you're told...

Is the day you become a slave to someone less than yourself...

Those who feel the need to control what isn't theirs have no control over what is.

Take charge of your life.

Never surrender.

"May all your weeds be flowers."

I try not to take for granted the dandelions and wildflowers that are so unappreciated.

Maybe they're not as perfect, and maybe they're not as well-groomed, but maybe they deserve more credit.
Sure, a rose smells good and all.

But can it grant a wish?

"There is no beauty...

without some strangeness in the proportion."
- Edgar Allan Poe

Maybe the concern isn't whether you're normal,
but whether you're strange enough to be memorable.

Dusty Table

I see in color and I wonder if the color sees in me. Traces of what I thought was never there are left beneath my feet and only when I search do I notice them reflecting all Ive done wrong. And I ask, as if Ill ever get an answer, if these fragments can see anything reflecting off of me.
Or is it all an illusion? A magic show with no magic to it, just a few tricks for kicks. Where to draw the line between reality and something far from it, has yet to be located. I am a paper doll. I am a cardboard cutout of something far beyond my reality. I am a microscopic organism of decaying matter which is no more real to them than germs are to me. Or am I everything? Or something in between? Sometimes I think I may be nothing more than a dusty table, but sometimes looking into space at night is like looking in the mirror. I am a pencil eraser. I am a germ. I am a sky scraper, I am the world. Sometimes I see the universe and I wonder if it sees me.