I'm Not Very Good At Being Alive.

We All Have Our Dreams. May We Find Them, And God Have Mercy On Us When We Do.

How Massively The Mountains Stand, While Low To The Ground The Sand Blows. The Sand Blows On And On. And Then There Are No Mountains, None At All, The Sand Has Kissed And Whispered Them Away. And Still, The Sand Blows On.

She Looked, And A Scarlet Butterfly Flew Away From Her, Away Down The Length Of The Tower, And Then Another, Another, An Unraveling Scarf Of Butterflies Like Winged Blood.

I Never Know Where I Am Going, Though. That Is Part Of What Makes It So Wonderful. And After All, Who Does?

I Also Love Disney, And Will Defend Doing So, Because There's So Much In Those Films And I Don't Care If It's Stereotyped.