My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.
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.
I can't change the world, but I'm hoping that what I say and do will inspire everyone to try.
What is nothing to you, can be love to me
Maybe the start line was supposed to be your finish line. Don’t be afraid to walk backwards.
All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we were busy? Or are we already too busy forgetting?