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Note: All these quotes are my own words. Any similarity to someone else's quote(s) is purely coincidental.
I use to have an hourglass figure...All the sand has reached the bottom now. "Shit Happens"...then you either hold your breath and dig out, or you learn to like the smell. What worth does respect have when no one respects it? A work of art starts to have a life of its own when the artist begins to fade; a new project begins to exist when its creator privileges it over his own ego. It takes each and every one of us to make a difference at this time of year by opening our eyes and hearts instead of presents and give of ourselves. It is then that we are truly blessed with the spirit of Christmas. And from the ashes, the Phoenix rose! I AM THE PHOENIX! If I cannot capture your heart, let me capture your mind. A artist creates his greatest works while in the throes of suffering. Life is full of strange twists in the road...it would be a boring landscape if not for the detours thrown in our path. An honest and loving man is willing to face the thorns of a rose. Leave in silence the heart that breaks. It's Friday night and I am sitting here dreaming of you. What will I be doing on Saturday night? Even a dying Rose can still be a prick. The power of a dream can steal your breath away. I saw your face amongst the stars; it was a heavenly apparition. I cannot face my mirror. The woman it shows is not me. With a flourish of love, I can present my dreams unto you. I carry my own cross....for it is of my own making. Solace does not mean to go hide. Anyone can do that. I cry the tears that burn like all the fires of hell. I walked out onto the balcony to shed my tears with the rain....Couldn't tell if the ones landing on my cheeks were those tears or the raindrops. Dream on, Dream Lady, for your night is never over.
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