All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears.

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.

Scars are proof we can can survive

I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.

Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low?