Smile. Nod. Say something witty before he finds out what an incredible geek you are.

A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.

Ghosts don't scare me. Flesh and blood people do.

Alone everything changes. Some might call it distorted reality but it's exactly the place I need to be.

The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.

Yesterday influences today, thus creates tomorrow.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?