The funny thing is, despite knowing all that, I still want to continue being your secret life for as long as I can, for as long as you want me to. I know it’s a stupid thing to do. But you, you monster, have made me do stupid and crazy things I swore I’d never do. And you keep me wanting more.
Continue to share your heart with people even if it has been broken.
You learned to run from what you feel, and that’s why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.
You know, I’m weird and that results in creativity.
Just let it be. You may as well. Everything moves in and out at its own time. You have no control. You never did, you never will.
I do not think I’m easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I’m not anything that you think I am.
May the stars carry your sadness away.
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty.
May hope forever wipe away your tears,
and above all, may silence make you strong.
Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.