What Can Be Done When You’re Eleven

Mornings Belong To Whatever Is New; The Current Composition. Afternoons Are For Naps And Letters.

Monsters Are Real, And Ghosts Are Real Too. They Live Inside Us, And Sometimes, They Win.

He Was A Romantic In His Own Harsh Way…yet He Was Also Realist Enough To Know That Some Times Love Actually Did Conquer All.

The Last Good Time Always Comes, And When You See The Darkness Creeping Toward You, You Hold On To What Was Bright And Good. You Hold On For Dear Life.

You Cannot Condemn A Man For What May Only Be A Figment Of Your Own Imagination.