“All the colors turned grey, all the lights turned dark, I met you and saw the world collapse.”

A window in Paris opens to a world of imagination.

Don’t just expect people to respect you and sit back. Stand as you demand it.

If you choose to make everyone happy, you choose not to make yourself happy.

If hurting me doesn’t hurt you, don’t ever come to me with a reason to fix us.

Even if it takes forever for you to bloom, make sure you are the most humble person in the room.

The goodbyes seem so untouchable yet causing impossible hopeless scars.

Slowly, you turned away. Slowly, I collapsed.

Change is scary when you too know you have been blind enough.

Anxiety lives free in my head, while happiness says away it has fled.

Don’t push away your emotions too hard, remember they can push back if held for too long.

The magic isn’t about together always it’s about love anyways.

Live up to what seems the best, not what people tell you is the best.

Tell me you are not aching, tell me you’re pretending.

Respect your body, it’s a home to be thankful for.

Those pages became the ocean I left my traces on.

There always will be people to put you down, make sure there always is your desire to stay strong.

Dark comedy helped me survive.

The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark.

She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.

You must help those who only remember you while their need because they try to find the brightness while in darkness, and you are that brightness.

Shin: a device for finding furniture in the dark.

Her light is true love, her darkness a seductive mistress.

I try and see a silver lining in everything, A ray of light in the dark, good in the bad.

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.