"This is for the sun-kissed promises on my fingertips. They’re tingling with bottled up potential to make something great, maybe out of something broken or anything pale. This is for connecting dots on my skin and creating constellations out of them. I have mapped them out to be deserts and unpaved roads for far too long that maybe it’s time to trace forests of passions and mountains of triumphs. I’ve hidden behind fog-rimmed emotions and dark-hued thoughts so many times. So this is me resurfacing from the shadows and clearing the mist. This is to lighting up from inside out and finding stars in the minuscule pauses of breathing. This is for the dreams embroidered in my skin, in my soul, and the insatiable desire to feel - to have something unwavering and palpable deep within you, dissolving into every crevice of your soul. This is for the contingency of tomorrow that I’m not going to let stop me from collecting hellos and breathing in life."