Nothing nice you ever do for anyone is for no reason.

If nothing ever changed, there would be no such things as butterflies.

I blend in the backgroud. when I arive for lunch my friends are surprised i'm not already there.

So we stand there, part of a crowd a thousand people strong, beaming up at the sky with wonder. I knew with a sudden certainty that wherever I am in the future - up in my treehouse, alone in the school cafeteria, or trying to figure out what my teachers are talking about, a part of me will always be right here, right now, wish that giant eye in the sky shining down on me, telling me it's going to be alright.

Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they'd lock us up?" All the time.

My arms flew up of thier own accord knoking my bag down. I grabbed hold of the desk to keep myself from falling down.

and as streams of light fan out behind the darkened sun like the wings of a butterfly, i realize that i never saw true beauty until now.