“Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.”

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.

A moment’s beginning ends in a moment

Protect your dreams from your nightmare.

Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment.

You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore; just be a little sand-grain and feel them all.

If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.

When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling.

Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter.

Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them.

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave, Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave.

Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?

Take me to ‘nowhere’ when distance belongs here, there, everywhere.

Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.

Why are you forever on my mind? Even though I’m the one you left behind.

I feel your absence deeply within my heart because we are already, and almost apart.

We both became better it just wasn’t together.

How can this warm heart treat me so cold?

If you allowed it, I’d break all the rules.

It’s as if you like the way the pain lights in my eyes.

Wanting you has been a thirst I have not been able to quench.

My flowers rot beneath my bed. I was too selfish to part with them. I hope their deaths don’t bring hexes. Did I say flowers? I meant my exes.