Hide your little dreams, the ones that mean something. Hide them in the gaps of your memory, hide them in those rose-tinted days you always miss. Hide them in those thoughts you’d never tell. Hide them in people with kind eyes and open hearts. Hide them in the color of your first love’s eyes and the sound of your best friend’s laugh. Hide them behind your lips, in your throat, where you always want to speak them but never can. Hide them away from a world that would rip them away if you let it.
— Journal Entry; Summer 2015