“Perfection is what I craved, from a far from perfect world.”

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

There is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.

They ask me what it is to be a woman, as if I have to explain what it is to be a human.

I’ve seen far too many people lose their chance, waiting for others to catch up.

Never allow for temporary thoughts take over the permanence of your heart.

Alas, we found ourselves living in a broken world with sad souls but happy masks.

Those who try to break you, come shattered themselves.

She deserved her skies of rainbows, after the many storms her mind endured.

And suddenly days slowed down when I didn’t have you by me.

I’m simply a wildflower unaware of where I’ve come from, but allow me some sun and rain and see me bloom.

My love, we walk amongst a crowd of lonely hearts.

From the dark depths of my soul came an intense passion for prose.

Don’t worry about me for a queen not needs a king to rule.

You were always only ever meant to be just you, not what you think they wanted to have made of you.

I drown amongst those pretending to save me.

Fireworks feel different when the fire lives within.

People think they have a perfect idea of who you are from a four-second Snapchat video… and fake blogs, stories, magazine covers. In reality, that’s not the case. Nobody knows who I am except family and my close friends.

I made decisions that I regret, and I took them as learning experiences… I’m human, not perfect, like anybody else.

If there’s a perfect family out there, we’re all happy for that family. But most families aren’t perfect. Most families are living with some sort of challenge or some sort of difficulty.

I’m not perfect; no one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. I think you try to learn from those mistakes.

Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.

Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.

I never had a speech from my father ‘this is what you must do or shouldn’t do’ but I just learned to be led by example. My father wasn’t perfect.

We grow by being present, not by being perfection.