yellow socks.

We waste time, save time, manage time, spend time. We wish for time to come, wait for time to pass. We feel time drag. We see time fly. We watch clocks and use calendars, with an image of somehow learning to control time, and yet what we all seem to forget is that the time will always keep moving forward no matter what we do, it cannot be stopped, paused or rewinded.  So make every day a beautiful one, make each hour special, each minute remembered, each second count and every moment matter because when you look back the only decisions you'll regret, are the ones you didn't make. 

'We fear rejection, Want attention, Crave effection and dream of perfection.' Perfection...... 'Perfect' What a... STUPID word. As soon as you've got it right, there's something new to learn. Dance. It's longer than the never ending story, and perfect well, I think thats just like all the other things we dream about, only real if we believe it can be. But perfect ain't even perfect, at least not in this world. There's always gonna be something more to be, something more to see, something more to want, and what you want, hell! I don't want it. We've got to make our own perfect, because what I believe is perfect your going to see through different eyes, and thats got to be pretty difficult to see exactly what I see when I don't even know what I'm looking for! So make your own perfect, built by the imperfections.

Sometimes I've believed in as many as six impossible things before breakfast... 1. I'm a great morning person! 2. I love school. 3. I'm not thinking about you... 4. I've done my homework. 5. I'm so excited for science today! 6. I am completely normal.

What do I love? What a complicated question, in such simple form. Kinda like a colourful person on the inside that wears white and doesn't take the time to smile, You can't quite see it's full potential. Buuuuuutttt,  I love a lot of things. Including yellow socks!