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From from ... Ordinary


I'm not a hopeless romantic necessarily, I am a hopeless romantic inevitably. I do not look upon the stars to wish upon them, I look upon them to admire their natural beauty. In the skies, I do not envision a pool of angels, I envision rather purpose toward moral duty. I seek not to fall in love to claim I've lived enough, but seek to fall in love to claim conquest to a sweeter form of living. I've no religion to prevent me from sinning freely, yet I don't sin out of respect to life and to the living. I'm not detached from human race sensibilities for lack of proclaimed faith, remaining neutral keeps me at good terms with more than most might ever have the joy to praise. I've not been excluded, rather, I've stepped aside by choice from what is common and ill rooted. What's that I pride myself in most? I pride me most in being different.
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