With stars in my eyes, I dream
I'm in love with ideas
Too insane just to settle 
I go forward with my dreams, because it's better than going back.
I reach for the stars in my eyes and I never stop. 
To fail would be to crumble and I'm not ready to crumble yet

I used to wonder
if I was going to die young. Not that I am so familiar with death
but that I could not imagine growing up.
Now, on the cusp of twenty,
the impossible age, in a sixth-grader’s mind,
those stale-******* memories fading fast,
I realize I still can’t think very far past thirty.
I’ve always got one foot in the past.

She has flowers in her
hair. Daisies , daffodils
and other flowers of
spring. He doesn't like
her to cut it off. Because
he fell in love with every
petal and every stem* ~