Together, we overcome the drought of happiness and goodness, by seeing our glasses half full and helping fill others’ glasses back up with love.

What’s not to love? I made friends with a pretty girl and now we get to plan a castle break in. This beats the day to day kill, eat and survive.

Delusional or not, maybe if I believe in a better world with enough conviction, and convince others to believe it as well, then it will be real.

Reality worked its way into my dreams where it wasn’t welcome.

When we try to find the good in ourselves and others, we pull those good traits up out of hiding and keep them alive, verses pulling out our bad qualities.

To imagine is to spark beauty in our thoughts.

If you're stuck in a puddle, it means there's higher ground all around you, you just have to step onto it.

I think I sense a tone of honesty, if honesty exists in this world.

Looking at the glass half full seems to help others do the same and help fill their glasses too.

My strings are being pulled, this time by a different puppet master.

No matter what there always seems to be something clouding my existence, nothing is ever clear.