“The best of you is galaxies away from the ordinary.”

I spy a life on fire and taken for granted by me.

Needing leave clumsy me – spilling mustard on my sleeve as cover-up for all the talk of love.

You and your sea glass green kaleidoscope eyes have always been my kryptonite.

We’re outsiders- you and I- we could almost be brilliant.

I hope your lemonade tastes like young summers and old times.

Things will change – that’s the best and worst of it.

The world knew it couldn’t break you unless you listened to it talking shit thought and broke yourself.

I dream of you in constellations.

And there in the mirror staring into your shadows eyes red nosed and mascara freckled you’ll recognize yourself again.

Maybe we could begin entwined – not whole – but one again.

Your forever is always worth waiting for.

You make me feel the way Christmas did when I was a kid, I’d close my eyes look to the skies and magic became real.

I wish you the wildest of dreams.

Thank you for believing in me the way I used to.

At least now the stars are in good company.

You look like smell like taste like home.

I had best friends who were in the industry, and I’m like, it’s cool if you get a job, and I’m happy.

I know I want to always do the best I can.

You can’t get it all done yourself. The best leaders are not afraid of picking people who are better than they are and who may one day replace them.

The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.

I don’t know what drives me to succeed. I know I want to always do the best I can. I never was like that as a kid.

Land really is the best art.

Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick.

If you want the best the world has to offer, offer the world your best.