We are the young and reckless hearts, destined to fly, and fall, and fly again.
The world doesn’t treat the wild souls well, because maybe it doesn’t quite understand. But in the end it remembers the super novas that burned so bright we blinded them all.
What I’m after, above all, is a sense of divine inspiration that touches the very core of my being.
That lives throughout every aspect of my existence,
so all I do and all I see is beauty in the simplicity, and mystery in the unknown.
To let nothing drag me into the monotony of living,
but to always move to the unique rhythm of each passing day. To give nothing but all of me- my soul, my heart, my fire.