I don't think I could ever fit in. Sometime I feel I was born to walk alone... and that is okay. I have known solitude all my life and thought some people will never understand... that is okay.
We are all born with sunflowers in our chests. It is up to us to nurture them and let them grow and guide us. Let love's sunlight and the rainfall of life provide you with all you need to keep the flower firm.
Isn't it ironic when our pain helps us to write? So much so that we get so caught up in the inspiration that we let the happiness pass by. We hold onto that pain and squeeze every last drop of ink until our work is done.