i'm no hero.

Poised, I feel as though I am about to unleash the atomic bomb on Hiroshima. It's not a good feeling.

all signs point to yes.

Build. Construct your walls carefully. You leave a little peep hole. Observe. You see things happening. Fear. Fear always gets the best of you. The best of me. Why are you so afraid of happiness? Because it can be taken away? Happiness is fleeting, so grab it when you can and chase it when it flutters away on golden wings. That is suffering, and that is the meaning of life.

once upon a time...

There was once a prince who lived in a small castle on a hillside of a forgotten country. He didn't do much, but that seemed to work for that little hillside. Then, one day, for no reason, he decided to start digging under the hill. He had all the people of his tiny country help out and told them it was for the better of their people. They believed him and dug straight through.

The next day, the hill collapsed killing several of the peasants.

don't play with me, my paper heart will bleed

If it feels like fire, burns like fire, and hurts for a week because you've got third degrees, then it's probably fire.

makeshift wings won't get you far

You've built paper wings, and they seem to be carrying you far... but one day it'll rain and they'll be rendered utterly useless. That day, the world will know you were never an angel at all.

while you debate half empty or half full...

It feels like you're immersing yourself too much. Don't go too far into the deep, you never know where an undertow may be waiting to drown you.

on the state of literacy.

Sometimes, I don't think people actually read my entries. I think they look at them or skim over them, but they don't take the time to comprehend what I'm saying.