Imagine.

  Dear Diary, This has been on my mind for a while now. Why is it so hard to just be real these days? To actually say what we mean to say? When did we get to the point of suffering and smiling, of telling lies so easily instead of just calling it what it …

Pieces Of Me…

  I forgot my shoes In the same place I lost myself I looked and looked, but the shoe really was gone and so was I How I got this far, I know not How I gave it all, is quite unclear But piece by piece I gave myself away ‘Till I looked up today …