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?

What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?

Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I won’t become still water.

Even a falling star still shines.

Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean you're alive.

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