“Damask roses and white picket fences, a childhood ripe with an array of senses. Forest black against starry skies, Pink clouds dusting an early sunrise. Hundreds of days slipping through hourglass years. The sands of adolescence fading with solemn tears.… — 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
