I woke up hoping I had not left the kitchen in a mess.
You are a monster I love.
On any day, I come across phrases that need to be sewn together immediately to make sense.
My memories about us are like shadows- dark.
Isn't the world a beautiful place to be kind?
Seek beyond what you are shown.
We love art, yet appreciate it so little.
I exist, for the sake of it.
I realised almost all my fears were about dying without being appreciated for what I am good at.
I try to wake up, but I am lost in a dream inside a dream inside a dream and so on.