“So be bold, run free and live like poetry.”

So i swept our stardust under the rug, and discovered a magic of my own.

Free spirit, The world is yours.

The longer you sit in the field, forcing fragile stalks together, the more you value the loops, the links that stay. And the less you miss the ones that snap and blow away.

Even when your tears have soaked through the last pages of your book, the sun will dry them and illuminate every word of your story.

So keep rowing against the current, no one ever made an epic voyage through smooth sailing.

You lit a flame in me that could start wildfires.

I pined for the whole of you, but all I ever got was half. I waited and gave you twice of me-yet still it wasn’t enough.

The silence was broken with the music of your pain, but with every note i could see a part of you healing.

Whiskey lips and sunset trips to places we always spoke of, wind in hair we had no care for what tomorrow was made of.

I believed in the magic we made, but you were the magician and i was merely your puppet on stage.

Why not accept your beautiful mess? and care a little less?

Some of us will touch the sky, others will cradle the moon and some will enter a whole new galaxy. What a fortune.

The trauma, lies and pain, you chose to forget, are the ingredients for the greatest triumphs yet.

Undo the buttons that close the fabric of my heart, with care. Its fragile fibres have been ripped out too many times to bear.

I started to see shadows everywhere the light fell, I guess i hoped one of them would be yours waiting to share the light with me.

Never be afraid to quench your own thirst, sing your own song or put yourself first.

Experience has taught me to tell the difference between a man that wants to tame me, mute my voice and claim me, and a man that is bold enough to let me be free.

Now I really feel the landscape, I can be bold and include every tone of pink and blue: it’s enchanting, it’s delicious, and I hope it will please you.

We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.

The Republicans galvanize their base by inciting a lot of fear; they operate on a lot of mythmaking. So we have to have something compelling. We shouldn’t be afraid to be bold.

Be bold, be brave enough to be your true self.

Everyone thought I was bold and fearless and even arrogant, but inside I was always quaking.

Be brave, be bold, beware that you must believe before becoming.

Most of our obstacles would melt away if, instead of cowering before them, we should make up our minds to walk boldly through them.