Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.