“I feel you are still with me, walking beside me on every avenue.”

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.

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

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.

Well it looks like the sun set on us like it set on the orange sky – as the thunder rolls.

There is something extraordinary about watching her inhabit the world. – and sometimes she catches me staring.

Make your dream a reality!

Don’t stop now. Continue to work on yourself and your dream.

Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.

As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.

I keep my head high, I got my wings to carry me. I don’t know freedom, I want my dreams to rescue me.

But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.

Dreams grow everywhere, people not.

I’ve heard tell that what you imagine sometimes comes true.