We live in a world of seven billion cliches.
I think I finally mustered up the courage to knock on Life's door, before I used to let it find me, waiting by the window.
I buckled myself in, in January and decided to brave the height.
Like how some heroes have superpowers that include heightened senses, I got high anxiety.
Voting for someone because there isn't anyone else to vote for isn't democracy.
If my life was a book I wish this lion would be on my cover. Since I want a similar book cover I hope I have a life that represents it.
My head's not a great place to be stuck in.
Now I can think about the world, truly think about it.
Returning is always better than leaving.
Do you know how it feels to realise that all you've been trying to do all your life is looking for validation in your own eyes?