“I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.”

He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

Silent lips speak the deepest truths.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

The more you work hard for your dreams, the quicker it will manifest into your life.  

If you ever get down on yourself or lack confidence, take a step back and look at your dreams, focus on what it is that you want. 

If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of.

I want to become an entertainment, tech, and business mogul just in general.

Failure is an inevitable stepping stone toward our dreams.  

Embrace loneliness and reinvent yourself in the process of your dreams.

You are so powerful and you can make dreams into a reality. That’s your natural superpower.

I’m gonna be famous forever.