Love Life Day By Day, Color By

Not Being Perfect Hurts.

I Think I Am Mad Sometimes.

Let Me Live, Love And Say It Well In Good Sentences.

Backward We Traveled To Reclaim The Day Before We Fell, Like Icarus, Undone; All We Find Are Altars In Decay And Profane Words Scrawled Black Across The Sun.

I Couldn’t See The Point Of Getting Up. I Had Nothing To Look Forward To.