When midnight hits, you're your own enemy.

Grow your feathers to be quills that are dipped in ink to be the words of love and hate.

Anchor me to the sea.

Sometimes when life gives you sunlight, you make it into happiness.

Sometimes we find the only monster that exists is inside of us.

Thoughts make a hollowed mind.

The world is a canvas. Paint it.

At twilight, the sun bleeds into the moon.

Letters to you that I hope you'll someday read.

Recovering from sweet, painful things.