The star shines for everyone in the world, but in reality, it itself is surrounded in darkness.

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.

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

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

It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.

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

Happiness is very simple and minimal.