Favorite Quote:
&quot;Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don&#039;t matter and those who matter don&#039;t mind&quot;<br /> -Dr. Seuss

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One day at a time--this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering.

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&quot;Poetry and art are when you take decades of thought and condense it into a nifty little portable carrying case that people can see and go &#039;Oooh, Ahh&#039;... and then forget about it. But what does it matter, so long as YOU remember it?&quot; ~ Bela

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.<br /> <br /> You think she&#039;s insane. Until, one day, you notice that she&#039;s taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.<br /> <br /> Because you look. But you do not see.<br /> <br /> And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she&#039;s some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.<br /> <br /> Because you eat. But you do not taste.<br /> <br /> It&#039;s been a while since their last album but he assures you, he&#039;s doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.<br /> <br /> Because you sniff. But you do not smell.<br /> <br /> And they say &quot;Just OK&quot; when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they&#039;re hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads &quot;I wish you&#039;d give me some privacy.&quot;<br /> <br /> Because you listen. But you do not hear.<br /> <br /> And they&#039;ve got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.<br /> <br /> Because you touch. But you do not feel.<br /> <br /> And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.<br /> <br /> Because you live. But very few, love.