the skies broke above me while i was trying to find myself and i wished that the lightning would break me into pieces so i could be swept away by the rain and sunk into the ground so that something good would finally grow out of me.
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt