Stuck up, with no sense, 10% skills, 90% pleasure -- everyone doing what they do for the power of will, never asking for help -- just go and get killed. On the inside, they have no shine, you can tell which ones -- they carry a cloud on their heads, temples of their life, too busy giving what isn't required, their colors don't glow, black and white consists of the world they are apart of, smiles and normality shown on the outside but on the inside -- the inside is a rotten core, dead black with no escape to reality..Satan himself rules them, corruption with no peace.... Ginia, for those who aren't filled with black and white, one day we will leave and we will be at full peace , never to look back , just ride to the end of time -- a getaway to remember

I'm not sure if things are going to change or not, we sit here and live -- we live day by day, laughter and good times consumes us. Each day we live, we learn, we know and interpret everything around us, some more jolly than others, some bad -- on the highway to the destructive pits of hell. The thought of knowing that all of this I see around me was made by the Creator himself, makes me somewhat questionable. I am one to not usually question him, but the only one that always sparks back up in my mind is why did he have to make certain things visible for our delicate eyes to see. When I do get the time to think, I always wonder what the world around me has in store. I dream of happy memories, longing for the best in life , spending my eternity engulfed with love from the ones I adore -- but one is gone, she left me, only as a youngin'. I feared for years that I wouldn't make it without her -- years of pain and agony swallowed me whole, I didn't know that I would ever mentally live again. My stories aren't just for show, my stories tell stories -- of love, happiness, living, and the rest of my high-flying life. I dream, I am just like you. I dare to dream, dare to the wanting of good things in life. I am one.