“We have to be strong, for the ones that came before us, and the ones who are yet to come.”

Yeah lets grow old together, But promise me we’ll always have youth in our bones.

I mastered the art of not caring and wow it made me more daring.

I freed my mind from the weight of this world and found peace in lighter places.

The moon felt brighter, I smelt flowers as if they bloomed in winter and felt the sun bless my skin in darkness. My mind was healing and i could feel again.

Flowers grew where her feet followed and trees bowed above her head, but in her garden there were secrets beneath that soil, she could not forget.

In places where everyone is beautiful, i am tempted to toy with my ugly.

One defeat does not define you.

So be bold, run free and live like poetry.

So we danced in the rain and woke to the haze of a sunrise painted in honey.

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.

Opportunity comes once in a lifetime.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

Independnce comes from you knowing who you are and you being happy with yourself.

Success is not achieved by winning all the time. Real success comes when we rise after we fall.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

Do the thing and the power will come.

Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow.

When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.