It was quite a beautiful thing, the way we simply just came to be, with no effort or trying and slowly we found each other’s hands in the dark. No chains or promises, just a...

And you might try to hide or protect yourself, or compare the different states of love,but you must not grow up, must not act wise when it comes to love.You must stay foolish and fall...

I was running and deliberately lost my way. The world far off and nothing but my breath and the very next step and it’s like hypnosis. The feeling of conquering my own aliveness with no...

… but I believe that music can change a life, because it changed mine.

I used all my potential and all my talents and pushed myself to the limit. I could not have fought any harder.

I am clumsy, drop glasses and get drunk on Monday afternoons. I read Seneca and can recite Shakespeare by heart, but I mess up the laundry, don’t answer my phone and blame the world when...

So many people will tell you ”no”, and you need to find something you believe in so hard that you just smile and tell them ”watch me”. Learn to take rejection as motivation to prove...

I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…

I think I’m learningthat sometimes the bravest thing is not to face the world,but to turn away from it.

I thought that if I owned nothing, had nothing, was nothing, I would have nothing left to lose, and I wouldn’t be scared anymore. Because my whole life I’ve been so damn scared. Scared to...

Am I making something worth while?I’m not sure.I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts,but am I making...

See, my aim is not to survivebut to be thrown to the wolfs with adrenaline still pumping in my veins and hear the gods laughing saying ”that was one hell of a youth” and everything...

Berlin’s getting dark before it’s getting late.

When you think your life is falling apart, it’s usually falling together in disguise.

For I have nothing to lean on, nowhere to call my home and there is nowhere I will go for Christmas to rest my head and touch familiar walls. I have no degree to show...

All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality.

If I stay close to the sea, I will go on well.

Spend more time doing things that make you forget about the time.

My mind is killing me”— The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind

I believe in knowing who you are but without limiting yourself to your own expectation of who you are.

You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live as. You love and lose and bleed best you can, to the extreme,...

He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he’d come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them...

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after...

I’m here”.It was a beautiful night.

It’s just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.

Inspiration is everywhere.

It will not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful.

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the...

I will find comfort in the rhythm of the sea.

watch me”for I never did this to fit inor stand outbut to live.

Sometimes you have to realise that things will never change if you don’t make a change yourself, and sometimes, you need to realise that it only happened so that you could learn something.

I can’t change the world, I can only change how I choose to live in it.

When someone’s success makes you as happy as if it were your own, you know you’ve found someone worth holding on to.

And the rain drops kept falling like the sweetest musicleaving tears on the glass,which is what music does to memost of the timebut silence too. and rain.

Living in this skin is hard and painful, most of the times, because I never volunteered to take this on. The daily sacrifice of heart over mind,the forever ongoing task of explaining this and that,and...

When the others were picked up and walked home by friends or fathers or best friend’s sisters,I was the kid in a grey hoodie, walking with the poets, the singers, the thinkers, and I was...

My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music.

I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand I...

no, you will never do that, that’s not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were”, and I will say “watch me”.

I am a worried person with a stressed out soul, living a simple life with no capital.

You must make love to him like his touch is your salvation.

When you forget about the how, go back to the why.

Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell.

I took a breath and let it go and suddenly the air was crisper and my lungs lighter and suddenly there was him saying my name in different ways and I catch myself throwing glances...

I want people to feel safe around me. Calm and at peace and I want to make people feel accepted. I want to express confidence on my own path, and spread confidence to other people...

It’s January and I’m kicking snow off the ground. I just threw out the flower you made me promise to water, handle with care, because I was too careless, you said. Careless with things and...

So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell...

I said ”I love you so much it’s killing me”and you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret....

What is this thing? trading passions for a tiny bit of acceptance.

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,and I still don’t know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeAnother vagabond lost to love.4am alone and on my way.These are...