Art is my cure to all this madness, sadness and loss of belonging in the world & through it I'll walk myself home.

she will change the world someday, her cure of love in a world gone mad; is the gentle kind of touch that will teach women to grow and men to rise.

I think people give up, because it's the easy option, but my goodness; why would giving up be easy? Your living your life chasing anything to fill the void of what came about when you let go of everything that mattered? I'd rather fight like mad, for everything that will ever matter, because giving in to anything that doesn't will never cure the dream.

I am full of madness, i can't hide my fireI burn for the things i love, my soul will never retire.