Smoke & Mirrors

A kiss can say a thousand words, but those thousand words could be a million lies. A kiss is in hopes to turn a frog into a prince, but sometimes the book is as clear as the cover. Its like finding a diamond in the rough. You can dig through a states length of mountains, and kiss a thousand frogs, only to find that the rock you've been incessantly chiseling at, and the amphibean you've been locking lips with, are exactly what they seemed to be. What it all comes down to is you can't look for the good in everyone, because if they are good, a prince, or a diamond... they will ride in on their white horse, or incandescently gleam among the dulled lumps of rock and coal. I guess you're just not supposed to look for that speachless and genuine kiss, or that person it's supposed to be with. You will be drawn to it, as it will be to you. Fate darlings, it's all about fate, and if you don't have faith in fate, you'll spend your life wandering through smoke, walking into mirrors... tripping over frogs and rocks.