My goal now is simple - make something usetul trom everything paintul. Nothing that harmed me will go to waste. I'll water every broken, sowed piece of me until the lesson necessary grows. I'll hang grateful wreaths upon every closed door. When lonely, I'll find the peace hidden in silence. When sad, I mourn with my whole heart. full again. Not even my heartache will go to waste. My bad habits will become footholds. The backs of these demons - spineless stepping stones. I won't be anywhere dark for long. There isn't much time left for us and these dreams. I've got to spend it carefully. With those who appreciate and accept me equally. The love I squeeze out of each day will be proportionate to the amount I pour into it. I'm going to make a heaven of these hells, you'll see.