“The world is in search of the happiness in you.”

Your soul holds the entire night sky.

Here rests the soul who soared for the skies and lied beneath arcane words, left in solitude.

I wrote my story in verses on these petals with sounded silences.

S-T-I-T-C-H your heart with tones of self love.

The poet in you is still remembered.

Somewhere while loving you, I forgot to love myself.

Its in you where i belong.

Once, I found myself breaking down between “its okay” and “its not”.

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.

The films I do always have a happy ending. I hope it reflects back to real life.

Seeing people’s faces, really getting off on them, makes me incredibly happy. Genuinely.

Happiness is there when the seeking for it colapse.

Don’t worry, be happy! Embrace your weirdness.

To describe happiness is to diminish it.

Your happiness is entirely up to you.

A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you’re climbing it.