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

In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.

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

August died but summer lived on with your kiss.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.

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.

I’m living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle.

You don’t remember days, you remember moments.

I’m famous today. People like me today. Might not like me tomorrow. You can’t count on it.

Beginning with the early dawn of each day, I will radiate joy to everyone I meet. I will be mental sunshine for all who cross my path. Before the unfailing light of my cheer, darkness will take flight.

One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day was; one cannot judge life until death.

I know I’ll look back on these days and wonder why were some so hard? I know already that they’ll be, the best I’ve ever had. I know I’ll look back on these seemingly impossible days and wish for them back. And I’m finally starting to understand what it feels like to be really loved.

Living for today will bring about dying for today. You can’t just think, ‘I’m going to die anyway,’ because that’s what’s stopping us from moving forward.

The day soldiers stop bringing you their problems is the day you have stopped leading them.