These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.
When the face in the mirror doesn’t please you, turn it into a canvas.
Even a falling star still shines.
What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?
I don’t want to be a person with full hands, resting from dreams, but a person full of dreams unable to rest his hands.
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.