| There’s always a struggle, a striving for something bigger than yourself in all forms of art. And even if you didn’t achieve greatness — even if you fail, which we all must — everything you do in your work is somehow connected with your attitude toward life, your deepest secret feelings
__________________ Locked within
What a lovely sin
All alone at least for now
I wish i could run but I dont know how?
Only once the lies consumed her
Its never ending flames slowly burning
Another time once lost & another tear fell
One more night of pure pained hell
Alone in her room
She wants to run away
This life is too wierd
Its to much for her to take
A simple girl
In a lonley world, nobody notices
But she cries inside
And nobody sees her because she hides |