I always make sure there’s an opening in my room - an inch at the door, or maybe even at the window. My grandmother taught me that if one dies during sleep, the soul needs an exit, or it will be forever trapped in the room.

Doesn't the world inside a black and white photograph seem more real? It's because the real world is losing its color

These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.

When I stop at a stop sign, I don’t think about the distance I’ve crossed. I just wish I never had to stop.

Robbing someone of their smile and putting it on your own face doesn't make you happy.

I’m afraid I’ll be a book that no one reads. Music that no one listens to anymore. I’m afraid I’ll be abandoned like a movie playing in an empty theater.

What do you live for? Would you die for it?