Styrofoam. Wishes.

"You remember when, we were way back then. You held the world inside your hands..." ♪♫ Switchfoot ♫♪

Writers are the outcasts: Those who sit outside of all the action and observe. Those who sit in the corner, unnoticed. Those who spend so much time alone that they have learned to entertain themselves by letting their minds wander. Those who are left in peace long enough to be able to think.

Writers are the wallflowers.