She keeps walking, wondering and following footsteps that lead her into the unknown, searching for a feeling she calls home.

When you don't let many people in, and when one of them hurts you, the hurt is worse.

She had spent so long shutting the world out that she missed the things that were right in front of her.

Her mind is a mess, tangled strings of jumbled thoughts. It's complicated and hard to explain, but that's what keeps her sane.

Let's meet again when we both realize that life wouldn't be the same without each other.

The art of looking directly into one another's eyes.

She needs someone who brave enough to climb her walls and reminds her what butterflies feels like.

She bottled up her feelings, feeling suffocated and waiting to explode.

She keeps building a wall, which makes her forget how to feel.

So she ran, the only thing she knew how to do when she's scared.

Her soul is her universe. She holds on tight so that no one can corrupt or destroy her.

Maybe it's not always sunshine, but it's not always storm either.

Art is a beautiful mess. It's sometimes hard to understand, but you love it anyway.