Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.

The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.

But you still fight. You still hope. Because there's a chance you might win. And even if you don't - you fight for the people you love, especially when they can't fight for themselves - Kennedy

Seventeen moons, seventeen years,
Eyes where Dark or Light appears,
Gold for yes and green for no,
Seventeen the last to know.

After another moment's silence she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.

Running to stand still
-Lena