"I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling that makes you forget about gravity for an hour."

"Beautiful places are not just a joy for the moment, while you're there. They will become homes for you, spaces of solace and comfort, where you can close your eyes and go to. Nothing you experience will ever go away. It belongs to you now. Just feel. Don't be afraid to feel."

"Human interaction. The most complicated form of happiness I will never figure out."

"I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn't know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault."

"It will not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful."

"This is the story of a girl gone mad while trying to find a little bit of love."

"Are you in love? What makes your heart beat faster? What do you want people to think about when they hear your name."

"You are to me like white islands, in a world of vast darkness."

"5.57am and I'm finishing the last poem to the taste of the last cigarette. Smoke in my lungs, poetry on the paper. Inhale, exhale, it doesn't get much easier."

"You need to belong to yourself, and let others belong to themselves too. You need to be free and detached from things and your surroundings. You need to build your home in your own simple existence, not in friends, lovers, your career or material belongings, because these are things you will lose one day."

"I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand I live in my own flamessometimes burning too bright and too wildto make things lastor handlemyself or anyone elseand so I run.run run runfar and wideuntil my bones ache and lungs splitand it feels good.Hear that people? It feels goodbecause I am the slave and ruler of my own bodyand I wish to do with it exactly as I please."

"I feel a new era coming in, standing on the shore, waiting for it to slowly greet me."

"I'm here for you. Always. Do you feel me?Hear me? I talk to you every night, does it reach you?"

"I am living a simple life with a complicated mind and I have yet to find a state of mind where I feel safe with who I am, where I am, with what I do."

"I can't change the world, I can only change how I choose to live in it."

"I was free with every road as my home. No limitations and no commitments. But then summer passed and winter came and I fell short for safety. I fell for its spell, slowly humming me to sleep, because I was tired and small, too weak to take or handle those opinions and views, attacking me from every angle. Against my art, against my self, against my very way of living. I collected my thoughts, my few possessions and built isolated walls around my values and character. I protected my own definition of beauty and success like a treasure at the bottom of the sea, for no one saw what I saw, or felt the same as I did, and so I wanted to keep to myself. You hide to protect yourself."

"When someone's success makes you as happy as if it were your own, you know you've found someone worth holding on to."

"It could be yesterdaywhen I was less in loveI thinkFor I didn't see you in the mirrorbehind mewhile getting dressed.The way your hands couldn't stay awayand our bodies always found their ways back to each otheras if they were meant to be togetherClose.But then it was today and I saw you againin the mirrorbehind me while getting dressedSo I go to sleep tonightalonewithout actually falling asleep because I'm scared of the moment I will wake upand realise it was just a dreamYou're actually gone.Now all I can do is get through to another tomorrowhoping that I will be less in loveagainLike yesterdayBut not today.I was never really well with things at all."

"A big group of daily friends or a white painted house with bills and mirrors, are not a necessity to me-but an intelligent conversation while sharing another coffee, is."

"We dig holes for ourselves, of comfortable living, and it's hard to see just how deep down you are until you suddenly want to take a look at the world up there, some fresh airand realise you can't get up. You're too far down."

"You have to believe that your voice can mean something. You have to believe that what you do matters. And you have to keep going even on days you can't find that belief. If you can't do it for yourself, you do it for all the other young souls who need to be shown that things are possible. That they too can do that thing they dream of. You do it despite the doubts and the struggles. You do it because it's what you came here to do.That's what makes an artist."

"I spent days and nights staring at the blank page, searching the deepest corners of my mind: who have I been, what have I seen, what did I learn? I thought about all the nights I've spent outside, all the times I laid down to cry and how I took a deep breath every morning and decided to simply go on. Because what else is there to do? Decide that this is it? I quit, I'm done? Oh if I could find words to justify those feelings I've carried. I could write the thickest of books with explosions of emotions from a young girl's lost heart. I could make you see, make you hear, make you feel, at least a tiny fragment of what's out there."

"Why I write music? Because it hurts not to."

"There's something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave."

"You're lonely, they say,but it doesn't scare me anymorefor it teaches me,and maybe that's the biggest win from these years:I don't need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore,like I always thought I would.I don't break mirrors anymore,like I always thought I would. I can finally stand myself,and I never thought I would."

"You can quiz me on Petrarch, Medea, Shakespeare or Dante, I know them all, and I'm sorry, but they've all gone wrong. Dumb glorified men, writing words about love and life as if they knew. As far as I'm concerned, they didn't make it out alive either, so I'm sure as hell not going to go to them for advice."

"I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone."

"All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close friends with me on my journey. I never understood people very well anyway, and they never seemed to understand me very well either. All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day."

"All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality."

"I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed out my words. I want to get all fucked up and write raw and ugly about all these things I see and am and could be."

"I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work and it's money and I've written more lists than songs lately. I stay up all night to do all these things I need to do, be all these things I want to be, playing with shadows in the darkness that shouldn't be able to exist. Empty bottles and cigarettes while watching the sunrise, why do I complain? I have it all, everything I ever asked for."

"There were days when I still put on make up in case you'd come back,but I wear the same clothes and shower in the rainand eat when I can and sleep when I can,which is rare and not often,so if you'd see me nowon these streetswhere I once imagined walking with youyou'd have a hard time recognising me.I takes a lot to run away."

"Horizons, cheap whisky straight from the bottleand your hands in mine."

"If I stay close to the sea, I will go on well."

"It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful,the way I actually did."

"Seasons happened and things got colder and harder and suddenly I found myself smoking circles in the airby myself in the snowand I was not okay."

"I can't sleep alone anymoreand I get used tocompanytoo quickly. You're always gone too soon."

"You can start anew at any given moment. Life is just the passage of time and it's up to you to pass it as you please."

"My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music."

"I have rooted myself into this quiet place where I don't need much to get by. I need my visions. I need my books. I need new thoughts and lessons, from older souls, bars, whisky, libraries; different ones in different towns. I need my music. I need my songs. I need the safety of somewhere to rest my head at night, when my eyes get heavy. And I need space. Lots of space. To run, and sing, and change around in any way I please-outer or inner-and I need to love. I need the space to love ideas and thoughts; creations and people-anywhere I can find-and I need the peace of mind to understand it."

"What is this thing? trading passions for a tiny bit of acceptance."

"So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete. I am not this year and I am not your fault.I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day,but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore. I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. I am not your fault."

"Nothing much bothered you for a while and you kept walking like a silhouette through this town, saying hi's and goodbyes, acting polite at all times. But there is no fire in your heart; you are not very concerned."

"Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an houror two.This is your fairy. It ain't perfect and it ain't honey sweet with roses on the bed.It's real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love. Don't throw it away searching for someone else's love. Don't be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go. Be someone's someone for someone.Be that someone for him."

"I learn my world through writing."

"I am running and singing and when it's raining I'm the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it's cleaning me. I'm the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I'm the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I've made of myself."

"I want people to feel safe around me. Calm and at peace and I want to make people feel accepted. I want to express confidence on my own path, and spread confidence to other people on theirs."

"I will find comfort in the rhythm of the sea."

"No story is worth telling without the twists and turns. Make them count instead."

"Go outside. Don't tell anyone and don't bring your phone. Start walking and keep walking until you no longer know the road like the palm of your hand, because we walk the same roads day in and day out, to the bus and back home and we cease to see. We walk in our sleep and teach our muscles to work without thinking and I dare you to walk where you have not yet walked and I dare you to notice. Don't try to get anything out of it, because you won't. Don't try to make use of it, because you can't. And that's the point. Just walk, see, sit down if you like. And be. Just be, whatever you are with whatever you have, and realise that that is enough to be happy. There's a whole world out there, right outside your window. You'd be a fool to miss it."