All the books I’ve read, and all the songs I’ve heard, and all the sunsets are meant to cause a change. They’re meant to alter you in a way… so they say.
All the lips you’ve kissed, the beats your heart has skipped, and all the loneliness and darkness your heart has known. They are meant to make you strong.
And the way the color shines right through your soul, splattered all over the walls, your unknown thoughts. It’s meant to make them fall in love… those holy souls.