Love Life Day By Day, Color By

And When At Last You Find Someone To Whom You Feel You Can Pour Out Your Soul, You Stop In Shock At The Words You Utter— They Are So Rusty, So Ugly, So Meaningless And Feeble From Being Kept In The Small Cramped Dark Inside You So Long.

I Want To Be Silverly Beautiful.

One Thing, I Try To Be Honest. And What Is Revealed Is Often Rather Hideously Unflattering.

If The Moon Smiled, She Would Resemble You. You Leave The Same Impression Of Something Beautiful, But Annihilating.

I Like People, But To Learn About One Individual Always Appeals To Me More Than Anything.