“One day, you’ll be home again.”

The world is in search of the happiness in you.

Bloom with your colors and fluttering wings of hope and smiles.

I am in love with the flickering stars that illuminated your darkest nights.

We deserve sunshine and hope; and stitches for bruised hearts.

I flew with my dandelion dreams into the wild, unknown.

Blurred tomorrows are here to bring you smiles.

My mind eclipsed with love notes I wrote at night.

I build my empire with stars and words.

Define your steps with your success story.

My mind calls together for the wild and serene.

My soul no longer sings the same chorus.

She is the tides on the sea and limits of the sky.

The universe loves you.

This time you are not broke and alone. You have yourself.

My soul was left with a cosmic radiance, blooming into wildflowers.

Poetry saved my torn heart.

The Bible talks a lot about thankfulness, and I’m more thankful than I ever was. I try to concentrate on the hundreds of things that go right in a day, instead of the three or four that go wrong.

When you were a kid, a day was a long time and a year was a long time

The challenge to be the best is what drives me and to just improve my body every day.

My end goal is just to do projects at the end of the day that I’m proud of.

In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country’s fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!

Any idiot can face a crisis – it’s day to day living that wears you out.

I had another dream the other day about music critics. They were small and rodent-like with padlocked ears, as if they had stepped out of a painting by Goya.

In those days it was either live with music or die with noise, and we chose rather desperately to live.