“I think I understand now why so many artists create out of a place of sadness. Pain is one of the most powerful emotions a soul can feel, and when it holds hands with love, it is intoxicating and overwhelming to the point that such small hearts must project some of that pain into art, music or poetry, or be consumed by it. We can only relieve ourselves of a fraction of that pain though. If we got rid of all of it we would be nothing. Absent. Sometimes our pain, just like our happiness, defines us.”
“I wanted you to fight for me.
I wanted you to chase after me.
But instead you just watched me leave..”
