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.
Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I won’t become still water.
Even a falling star still shines.
When the face in the mirror doesn’t please you, turn it into a canvas.
Happiness is very simple and minimal.
Crying is easy, like breathing- the more you hold it in, the more you let out.