Happiness is very simple and minimal.
Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean you're alive.
Some lessons are only delivered in the form of pain.
These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.
It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.
All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we were busy? Or are we already too busy forgetting?