“Ghosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are, they live on inside you, applauding you for living on despite your scars.”― Nikita Gill, Wild Embers

I looked him in the eyes and wondered if there was ever a poem more beautiful than him.

Pleasant Dreams— Are such false comforts — Such monstrous hopes That rage in my soul. Oh! How frightful these horrors — These disgusting pleasures And abominable desires! Oh! How they crush my spirit, But, oh, how they delight my heart. These dreams — these Passions of a Midnight Summer — How luxurious it is to hold you — How repulsed I am when you’ve passed. Oh, Lord of Lies, Oh, Prince of Dreams, How merry I am when you pierce me, But how wasted I am when you’re through. Oh! Were it not a sin to be happy — Were it not a sin to be young — I’d indulge every desire —I’d do it all for you.

Don't be afraid to ask for help; it is a sign of strength, not weakness. Surround yourself with a supportive tribe who will uplift you on your journey.

Because never in my entire childhood did I feel like a child. I felt like a person all along – the same person that I am today.” — Orson Scott Card

We are out in the lands of magic, there is nothing you cannot be. Walk around the soft grass and write stories about the lakes, use your wings that have remained hidden for so long, and fly away to heights that cannot weigh you down. You are meant for musings, you are meant to be kissed like a photograph found after ages. You deserve slow dances, you deserve smiles, you deserve to be heard and felt. You deserve to be like a music album where the lyrics are nothing but snippets from your life. You deserve to live your dreams, the same dreams that keep you going. You are a dream, please be around dreamers.

but poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.