If Your Heart Is Broken, Make Art

We're All Shipwrecked On This Idea That Everything Has To Be Explained.

Everyone Knows Pain. We Are Not Meant To Carry It Forever. We Were Never Meant To Hold It So Closely, So Be Certain In The Belief That What Pain Belongs To Now Will Belong Soon To Then. That When Someone Asks You How Was Your Day, Realize That For Some Of Us - It's The Only Way We Know How To Say, Be Calm. Loosen Your Grip, Opening Each Palm, Slowly Now - Let Go.

Scrape The Grey Sky Clean, Realize That Every Dark Cloud Is A Smokescreen Meant To Blind Us From The Truth

Scrape The Grey Sky Clean. Realize Every Grey Cloud Is A Smoke Screen To Blind Us From The Truth, And The Truth Is Whether We See Them Or Not The Sun And Moon Are Still There, And Always There Is Light.

My Heart Is A Protest That I Let Rally Against My Ribs.