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.

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?

Crying is easy, like breathing- the more you hold it in, the more you let out.

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

Cowards, I believe, are people who are afraid to embrace what they want or need in a natural, honest way.

Love what you do, not the love you get for doing it.