You are the artist, and your days the canvas. Will you create an original masterpiece, or live a paint-by-numbers kind of life?

Beneath the rust and grime which dulls the shine of our weathered hearts, joy patiently waits to be rediscovered

No matter how dark your night, my friend, may you always find enough light to take the next step.

Life tried to crush her, but only succeeded in creating a diamond.

Let's burn our masks at midnightand as flickering flames ascend,under the witness of star-clouds,let us vow to reclaim our true selves.Done with hiding and weary of lying,we'll reconcile without and within.Then, like naked squint-eyed newborns,we'll greet the glorious birth of dawn;blinking at the blazing, wondrous colorswe somehow failed to notice before.