Light That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in its feathered embrace. I am a snowflake. A wisp of eiderdown, liberated from gravity. My body is light. Ephemeral. My head is light. I want to sway beneath the weight of air, dizzy with thought. Light filters through my closed eyelids. The sun, chasing shadows, tells me I'm not afloat in dreams.

you fly until you crash two days two nights no sleep, no food, come down off the monster YOU CRASH REAL HARD

Everyone's afraid of everybody else...maybe because we're all afraid of ourselves.

Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window to control closes.

Fake Is that what you are if you choose to improve the basic not perfect you?

Not exactly. I see a girl who wants to present someone special to the world. Someone beautiful. The pinnacle of beauty. But she has lost her hold on reality. Real beauty isn’t thin. It isn’t size two, unless you happen to be four foot ten. What the world sees when they look at you is someone who believes self-worth is all about how she looks, and that very often means that what she’s missing is love. Not someone else’s love. But love and respect for herself.

Happiness is a bull's-eye, awaiting arrows of pain.