And every night she dreamed of reinventing herself and every morning she convinced herself she needed one more day.

She was reminiscent of a first autumn leaf, patiently waiting to surrender herself to the cooling earth. For she knew without change growth was impossible, and without transformation she would never reach her intended destination.

She was a composer, carefully orchestrating how much of herself she let people see. Some thought they had all of her, but she knew better. She was a genius living amongst the mad.

I found myself constantly clinging to the things that imprisoned me. For I knew that setting them free would in return liberate me, something I had both ached for and defied.

Without pain we cannot embrace contentment, just as without fear we will never understand our strength.

There was something so beautifully freeing about him. He didn't require any answers, he just lived. In a world full of questions, perhaps he was one of the few who genuinely accepted the truth.