These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.
Even a falling star still shines.
It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.
Happiness is very simple and minimal.
Live creatively. Create life. These are two ways to make a better world.
The star shines for everyone in the world, but in reality, it itself is surrounded in darkness.