Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.

Oscarz Wilde

The truth is always exciting. Speak it, then. Life is dull without it.

Pearl Buck

She did eventually pick up the pieces he scattered

But how cruel of the world that keeps on reminding me that I’ll never be enough

Every time my pen hits against the paper I somehow end up writing about you and the love we couldn’t save

I hate to beg for attention but I begged for yours.

What's done in the dark will always find a way to shine
I done did so much that when you see you might go blind

Every night I used to pray that I would find my people
And I finally did.
On open road
We Had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore except to make our lives into a work of art.