The Upsides:

1. The sun rises every morning.
2. Hope gets lost, but it never dies.
3. The smell after a storm.
4. Seasons change.
5. You have a soulmate somewhere out there.
6. Miracles are real.
7. Theres beauty in everything.
8. You're breathing.
9. Love is eternal.
10. You're never as alone as you think you are.

I wrote a song:

I’m here, I’m here I’m underneath your skin. 
You can’t feel me cause I refuse to let you in. 
Writer, fighter, burnt down, collider. 
I’m a little bird parched out here, don’t wanna disappear.

And all things in my life may go, but I’ll save art, I can’t lose van gogh 

Make me love you make love you cause I won’t.
Make me know you make me know you cause I don’t. 
I’m no winner, a beginner at sticking these things through, but I’m for you. 

Forget, forget the reason and the rhyme. 
I swear I try to tell myself this all the time. 
The second I, open my eyes and wake.
It’s like I can’t see me without a double take.

I can’t wait until I’m old, because I’m young I’m not controlled. 
Can’t you see, I must free, I do what my mind is told.

Find the Fault.

Our greatest enemy is ourselves,
But of course, you have probably already heard this.
Someone, not too long ago, made mention of this fact.
But we never did believe it.
Because how could I ever be the obstacle that stops me from being the best?
Sometimes I believe I can get things done.
Sometimes I believe I am the best.
Sometimes I believe I am good enough.
But then again, I guess that is the problem,
I only believe in myself sometimes.

Music.

You know the music at the end of movies when the protagonist is walking to make things right?
I want that music to play at my graduation celebration, my potential wedding, my funeral, and my fore-comings into heaven.
The music that initially tells you the movie is over, but grasps you until the final credits have rolled.
The music that can tell you that the war was won, and the protagonist is leaving for bigger and better things.
The music that tells you that someone will soon fall in love.
The music that is often times mimicked but can never be touched.
The music that is what my life will soon be.
The music that tells you that hard work has payed off.
The music that tells you that the experience the protagonist just went through was not only unrealistic but completely over-exaggerated.


The music that as soon as it reaches your ears you consumed with a feeling of joy and relief.
The music that has become a theme to my stride.

Let it be known.

I make it an effort to make myself known; that you know Im here.

Refuse to be placed on a back burner and immediately forgotten; out of sight, out of mind.

To feel the way that I feel is something you will never know; I would never ignore you.

Be it as it may, I still can't help but hurt because of your ignorance and abandonment.

Irrelevant are my feelings because you stopped caring a long time ago.

This world isn't cutting it.

In a dreamworld..
I would be you, 
you would be me, 
we would be one, 
we would be just fine. 
In a perfect world, disrespect wouldn't be an option. 
Equality wouldn't be questioned, 
and actions, wouldn't be judged. 

I spend my days searching for a world where no matter what, people adapt. 
Go with the way things are handed to them. 
A world where love surrounds all things and all people. 
A world where no one would take a second look, no one would second guess. 
Everyone craves acceptance, and I wish I could give it to everyone. 

I don't know the purpose of this, 
but I do know that I have great hope for the future. 

This is you.

You are the pilot, and the voice of the story. You are the one who creates and tells the stories for those who could not be there. You are unable to be comforted but wish to comfort others. There is a great something missing in your life. Do not forget that you are much loved. Let your sorrow be comforted…

Mistakes aren't always regrets.

We are terrible for each other, and yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart does not race for a hurricane or a burning building.

I would rather die terrified than live forever.

Some things are quite hard to say..

Guess which ones are my footsteps. Can you tell the difference between my footsteps and the footsteps that belong a million other people? You can’t, can you? This just goes to show that you may remember me for a minute, but soon forget about me because there’s a million people out there who can probably treat you better than I ever did and love you harder than I ever had. Don’t ever lose hope. If you ever lose my footprints in the sand, just know there are a million more to keep you company.

I was asked: You always seem to impress me with how introspective you are - how you're able to articulate how you feel. Why do you think that is?

I guess spending so much time in your own head brings about this sort of rawness in you. When you feel like this, you always imagine what you'd say to someone if you could get the words out. But you never do. So you carry them around with you, day in and day out. The secrets become apart of you.