Miscellaneous:

[Virgin Rebel]

there have been no words I could ever summon from the depths of my soul to explain

why I hold on to failure with so much potence, there is no answer I can fancy from the

back of my mind to say with such confidence outloud that I could not only convince myself

that it is true ,but others, so the hue of my thoughts are shaded speculations, while the

rest of me is just one large unweighted object that sits on the unbalance scale of

existence with gravity not only pushing its might ,but also inflicting its will, as an omisence

being might do, who foreshadows my every move, as I calculate every situation blown

out of proportion and measure the distant of how far I am from joy, I come out with an

answer that moves pass my view so I come with up with another and another until I

reach the point where I quit wanting to discover and settle for mediocre and become

another red apple in the orchard.......