“Sometimes we need to remove ourselves. To occasionally stand away from the noise. To silence the chatter that never sleeps. To take… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“The world is not falling apart. Although, sometimes it may seem that way.” — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“Doom are the ones who hold on to you, not because they love you, but because you’re all they know.” — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“Damask roses and white picket fences, a childhood ripe with an array of senses. Forest black against starry skies, Pink clouds dusting… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“To him, she was like a flower that bloomed in the snow. Thriving under conditions in which nothing could grow. To some,… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“Crossing lines that can never be uncrossed. Clangoring out words that can never be forgot. Leaving welts behind with their lashing tongues.… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the night can be your best therapist. For the moon is free, and always there to listen.” — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“In this forest called life, sometimes there are no goodbyes, no proper sendoffs, no wishing for a next time; just the knowledge… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we need to remove ourselves. To occasionally stand away from the noise. To silence the chatter that never sleeps. To take a moment… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“The world is not falling apart. Although, sometimes it may seem that way.” — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“Doom are the ones who hold on to you, not because they love you, but because you’re all they know.” — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“Damask roses and white picket fences, a childhood ripe with an array of senses. Forest black against starry skies, Pink clouds dusting an early… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“To him, she was like a flower that bloomed in the snow. Thriving under conditions in which nothing could grow. To some, she was… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“Crossing lines that can never be uncrossed. Clangoring out words that can never be forgot. Leaving welts behind with their lashing tongues. Caring not… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the night can be your best therapist. For the moon is free, and always there to listen.” — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“Numb to the words you have left heavy on my skin. Dipped with malice and edged with regret, it's within these shadows you have… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“In this forest called life, sometimes there are no goodbyes, no proper sendoffs, no wishing for a next time; just the knowledge that this… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
