I want to make my mark,' he says. But what target, I wonder, are you going to hit?

Silent is the ruined land. Man is brutal and the rain does not wash away the pain or rid the distant memory. It makes it glisten.

Hello and good-bye are not as simple as everyone thinks.

I smile a lot. I heard someone say once that it takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown, so i'm trying it out.

It's a fact of life. Hearts are always hurting. And yet they still keep pumping.

I took that smile and I put it right where the hole in my chest was. It was better than coffee, or chocolate, or a perfect pirouette. I clutched it and held it tight.

I want to make my mark,' he says. But what target, I wonder, are you going to hit?