“I think I’ve mastered the art, of taming my wild heart, now my heart doesn’t flutter, thinking about you.”

The fiercest battle starts at home.

I miss you, I still do, It’d be weird not to. For once upon a time, I was yours and you were mine, through sparkles and grime.

I’m my daddy’s little warrior, I’m the writer of my destiny.

I don’t know. Don’t know anymore, my purpose, destiny, do I even have any? don’t know anymore.

Love is more than expensive gifts and grand gestures. It’s the little things that matter.

Am I just a overthinking maniac? Or am I the girl that got left behind?

When words fail, tears well.

Is it a blessing or is it a curse, to feel everything so deeply.

I feel like my breath is muffled, and my heart is too heavy to beat, as if I’m drowning in a pool of air.

So, I am thanking you today, because of you, I am me.

To the flamboyant boy from my school, I realize now you’ve always been cool.

You’re a patched tapestry, of deep childhood trauma’s, and unkept promises.

Oh, darling, you fell in love with a girl not worth loving.

I used to be a mighty dragon, the one that breathes fire, I used to be a magical unicorn, sprinkling rainbows everywhere, but now I’ve lost it, the magic hidden within.

Your artful hands, hold my delicate heart, tenderly gaze at it, as if its an art.

Can you hear my silence? I’m screaming pretty damn loud.

There has never been a work of art created which didn’t somehow reflect its own time.

Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

This grandiose tragedy that we call modern art.

The world and art are connected.

The real art is knowing what to leave out, not what to put in.

This grandiose tragedy that we call modern art.

If I’m going to be anything more than average, if anyone is going to remember me, then I need to go further, in art, in life, in everything!