I am dying to know: do you like to dream of things that are impossible, or only the practical, or even the wild. Are you waiting through all your bad days just to them end with someone you care about? Do you like making out and long drives and brown eyes and girls that just don't quite fit it?
Life is just a series of questions that somehow we're meant to answer. It's a bunch of what it's and a succession of whys.
Everyone sees who I appear to be but only a few know the real me. You only see what I choose to show. There is so much behind my smile you just do not know. You have to take some chances. You are afraid to risk and loosing it all. You have to close your eyes and leap because it might worth the fall. Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they have been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It is an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It is a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.