You wake up, you wake up, another day, you wake up, you wake up, traffic still moving at the same speed, our eyes looking at the same speed, our minds thinking at the same speed, I wanna see movement, I wanna see change. I wanna wake up for real. I wanna wake up. I wanna wake up. We were meant to live.

There are tears that shine like a smile, sobbing like a sunrise for the truth.

When our world falls apart and we have no more faces to wear - that’s when it’s beautiful, and that’s when we change.

Anything worth doing in this world is incredibly difficult to do.

I wanna be a part of the generation that throws out money, throws out time, throws out all that we are against something bigger than ourselves.

Hope is not a substitute for pain. Hope is in spite of pain.

I'm continually wrestling with the idea that there are certain things in this world that simply don't fit. The idea that I have this longing for beauty and truth, and yet I'm also attracted to things that are very dark the lies that exist within me and outside of me.