I never understood why boats have to made of paper, and that's the important question.
I don't want to look down and see how high up I am.
I have never particularly understood my feeling towards my own birthday, I've always been in two minds about it.
It's not just about being positive it's about letting myself feel what I feel.
I think of life as one long to-do list.
A world of justice is now an aspirational caricature on a graffiti wall.
As much as I like to believe that my mind is a clean slate, it's filled with memories if not thoughts.
A sense of belonging is something we're all in pursuit of.
That's the beauty of life that no matter how you are, no matter how miserable or excited it passes you unaware, never slowing down. But it can feel like it is slowing down. Thought it is an illusion, it's comforting.
Days are supposed to be beautiful and mine are like roses, they come with thorns.