Bugs are trying to break me down using terror and I want a pastry.

The only way get rid of the shadows is to turn off the lights, stop running from the darkness and face what you fear head on.

Sometimes we discover our talents only through necessity.

Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us solemn secrets of ourselves. Henry Timrod

Flowers- a storybook ending

There's a bee inside my brain
And it's stinging all the nerves
Poison in my veins
Pecking sores left by hummingbirds

What if gardens could sing
Would they tell me anything about roses
About love
Anything about pliers
And working hands in rubber gloves

Daisies whisper secrets
That everyone can hear
As the orchids
Gossip using old bottles of beer
Left behind by my innocence and shattered pride
I used to hide behind
I used to hide behind

But now I'm moving
I'm moving right along
And I'm sorry
If you don't like my little song
But I'm moving
And evading privacy
And all my flower friends can clearly see
That their much better off with the new me

Blue skies tell me I'm right
And deceivery flies in the wings of butterflies
Pink fireworks shine over white picket fences
And tulips ride the waves left over by broken airplanes
Left to die in a dizzy desert
Where pilots gather the lyrics to fizzy sunshine growing on apple trees
And maple leaves can't tell the deference between
My tears and the rain

Cause now I'm moving
I'm moving right along
And I'm sorry
If you don't like my little song
But I'm moving
And evading privacy
And all my flower friends can clearly see
That their much better off with the new me

I know my place
And in the flower race
I'm obviously a little pretty yellow dandelion
That still doesn't know
Where to sprout her roots
Beside an old worn boot
Under the porch of a poor old couple who
Doesn't mind the noise
Of flower friends playing with their garden toys

Cause I'm still moving
Moving right along
And I'm sorry
If you don't like my little song
But I'm moving
And evading privacy
And all my flower friends can clearly see
That their much better off with the new me
(the new me)
Much better off with the new me
I'm much better off with the new me
(I like bees and...I guess I'm kinda like a dandelion)

Enchanted- Taylor Swift

I'm going to hell for sure now