It`s that invisible crown you wear day by day and second by second as you hold up that head of yours that seems to tower over the empire state building

It`s the power you wield with every fiber of your being that makes the leaves dance in the wind as they wrap themselves around that you wear like it`s your favorite band shirt

It`s the spunk in your stride as you walk down the hall like you own the place with grace in your every step. Even in the moments where you stumble down the hall

And when it seems that your in a dark pit filled with nothing but despair and pain while your eyes become so bloodshot that they seem to be stapled open. Remember the word violet, let it not just be a word but a revolution that stirs beneath your skin, violet