You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

I thought: Just one step. One step at a time. You don’t have to do them all at once.

I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.

Hope you're keeping the dust out of your eyes and your feet off the ground.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.