For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
I've always believed that you write to discover what you think. On most subjects, if I'm asked what do I think about them, I'd say I don't know, I'll have to write them down.
Hating people because of their color is wrong. And it doesn't matter which color does the hating. It's just plain wrong.

