Why do we stop believing in ourselves? Why do we let facts and figures and anything but dreams rule our lives?

Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody in order to see who you are. Sometimes you have to unravel things to get to the core

I'd tried enough to know that anything long term wasn't going to work.

That's the thing about lessons, you always learn them when you don't expect them or want them.

Love was one of those feelings that you could never control.

I don't want to be one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential, and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory.

Day-to-day things, the mundane, are what keeps the motor running. How extraordinary the ordinary really is, a tool we all use to keep going, a template for sanity.