“Time is all we have and don’t.”

Chase your stars fool, life is short.

It’s a sad thing, protecting a breakable heart.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

She was not for everyone but she was for me.

There will always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark.

I could never love her, the fear of losing would be too strong.

Sometimes I want a quiet life other times I want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

It was her chaos that made her beautiful.

She wore the moonlight-like lingerie.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.

True art comes from flying with the madness so close you burn your eyelashes.

A sky full of stars and he was staring at her.

She was everything real in a world of make-believe.

Love is strange dark magic.

I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.