Be strong. Even when you can't be.

We were somewhere in between, somewhere I could see the light and the dark. Somewhere I could see the world when all I saw was you.

Hope isn’t for the weary. It’s for the brave.

If I am privileged enough to see an upturn, I want to return here with my spirit mended; smiling at the most marvelous of scripts ever written.

Every Storm Falters. Every Sun Breaks.

Regret is the strongest anchor that latches on to the ground, and you carry it within you, it is a feeling quite unlike others for it is despair mingled with hope.

That’s the hope, isn’t it? To see your family in your time of dying.