Douse the moon in gasoline and set it on fire; paint the stars with red and blue to turn them the colour of purple bruises; shoot a thousand arrows at the sun to crack it down the middle. Cry until your eyes are dry; try and try to never die until the inevitable day arrives. Leave a mark of good upon the world that shall forever stay. Write poetry that sounds more like prose, because only half of it rhymes. Become all that you aspire to be and never let anyone destroy your headstrong nature. Love sparingly, and only ever love those who deserve you—but don't you ever lose that big, wonderful heart of yours.

Use your gasoline for fuel just to get where you need to be; use your paint to spark within an eternal creativity; use the arrows to stay fierce, to never give up your dignity.