We can’t help who we love. But we can help who we are. We can decide to become ourselves.

if your hopes scatter like the dust across your track, i’ll be the moon that shines on your path. the sun may blind our eyes; i’ll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the sahara.

we’re all taking the same steps.. they’re foolish now.

We’ve been had.. you say it’s over. Sometimes I’m just happy I’m older.
...Somehow it got easy to laugh out loud.