I've learned to trust myself, to listen to truth, to not be afraid of it and to not try and hide it.

I like the idea that we build up these walls or rules or laws to maintain our reality, and when they fall away, you're left with a whole bunch of illusions.

You pick me up and brush me off and tell me I'm okay, sometimes that's just what we need to get us through the day.

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

The night is my companion, and solitude my guide.

It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.

And it's hard at the end of the day