In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

The problem with resolutions is they're only as solid as the person making them.

I hide hurt behind a fake smile. I wear it all the time. Everyone says how I always look so cheerful. Shows what they know I guess.

Would I ever find forever love? Do I really want to, when forever was a word without meaning?

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

And if candor strikes to forcefully, step back, draw careful breath, and consider the angle your words must take before you open your mouth, let them leak out. Because once you tilt the truth, it becomes a lie.

Despite whoever created it, it's my world, & the only one I've got. Might as well make the best of it, right? Might as well have a little fun while I'm here. Or a lot of fun. Might be dead tomorrow.