“I see the world in shades of you.”

In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

August died but summer lived on with your kiss.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.

He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

Silent lips speak the deepest truths.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

Love is the only thing worth to live for and die for.

If your heart is broken it doesn’t mean it can’t love again.

Give love a chance and wait for the magic it makes your life.

How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?

In a world where insensitivity and indifference are overrated. Don’t lose faith in love and warmth. You may feel lost and worn out, but the most magical and the richest place will always be a kind heart.

Small steps. I’ve been trying to treat myself better. I like to do my make up in the morning. I repeat some affirmations. Something for me.

The first supermoon of the year comes with a lot of love even if it’s clouded by heartache for some.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.