“Slowly she began to realize what it’s like to dream again. – a new dawn.”

The art of missing you, crafted to perfection. – artisan.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Is there still time? or will we remain past tense.

Lovers. They only come close as she lets them.

Carry these pages. Till one day they compliment the tale. – the chapter.

She knows that he knows where to find her.

And so she remained a mystery, something to dream about on rainy days staring at the dark holly clouds passing by. – in a bed of flowers.

Like fireflies in the night, she has her way of dealing with the dark. -Illumination.

Nothing but the taste of silence touching her lips these days.

I have tried this letting go part and ended up holding you closer then before. – everyday.

The trick to enjoy this, and see it as a part – of the process.

Love is a mix tape, a blend of lovers part of the same romance. – the romance is you.

Avoidance. Probably the worst dance. – Complicated.

I remember many songs of september but mostly I remember hers.

Imagine her to be more then just – a dream.

I still come here it somehow comforts me – to miss you.

Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.

Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.

That all may be so, but when I begin to exercise that power I am not conscious of the power, but only of the limitations imposed on me.

Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.

When we make the cerebral state the beginning of an action, and in no sense the condition of a perception, we place the perceived images of things outside the image of our body, and thus replace perception within the things themselves.

Most people are prisoners, thinking only about the future or living in the past. They are not in the present, and the present is where everything begins.

The Blues? It’s the mother of American music. That’s what is is – the source.

Victory is for those who can say “Victory is mine”. Success is for those who can begin saying “I will succeed” and say “I have succeeded” in the end.