Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.

Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?

Seek the tarnish and you shall find

I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she'd have a man to take care of her.

...for everything can come to those who have the desire,the drive, the dedication, and the determination." v.c.andrews

Tragedy had sent me headlong into reality. All the things I had seen before now looked different, even nature.

My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again.