When all else fails, when does one pull the plug?

Time and time again, its the same thing. Over and over, and yet never getting tired of the same old cycle. You think of giving up, but the fire still burns within.

Hail to the music that speaks my soul. Hail to the writers that speak my mind. For i can never fully describe every little piece, thought and feeling that runs through these veins. Hail to the powers of the Chosen One who keeps my faith intact. Without J.C., there is no me.


The dreamer still dreams.... but when the dreams will turn into reality, we never know.

As long as i am alive, there are still hopes, dreams and fantasies of wishes coming true.