Guilt is a cellar door, cracked open

Guilt is something felt;
It comes from the inside out.
The cellar door cracked open, is letting the guilt peak through.
Guilt has no fear of light, the door just isn't open far enough for the guilt to show itself.
The strength of guilt, however, puts a strain on the cellar door like no other.
Something about that door makes guilt push just hard enough to annoy the door.
The annoying push on the door from guilt makes the door finally, CRACK!
Guilt slips through and makes the cellar door fell... guilty.

Strong

I am Strong because I am Weak.
I am Beautiful because I know my Flaws.
I am a Lover because I am a Fighter.
I am Fearless because I have been Afraid.
I am Wise because I have been Foolish... and I can Laugh because I have known Sadness.

A Cycle

Love is a CYCLE.
When you love, you get hurt.
When you get hurt, you hate.
When you hate, you try to forget.
When you try to forget, you start missing.
And when you start missing, you will eventually fall in love again.

Life is to short...

Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So, love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.  And believe that everything happens for a reason... if you get a chance- take it; if it changes you life- let it.  Nobody said that it would be easy... They just promised it would be worth it.

Random Words

On the outskirts of this metropolis
lies a turqouise ocean; One with a bottom made of pebbles
and fossils of ancient creatures.
A lighthouse stationed on a crooked angle,
is stationed off the coast, illuminating the waters for the brave souls who challenge them.
The waves have a voice, one that soothes when it is calm,
and disrupts when it is angry.