“Silent lips speak the deepest truths.”

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.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

Lets breath magic into each other.

In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?

When you don’t have anything, then you have everything.

We scared of losing something that we never found.

The main thing in one’s own private world is to try to laugh as much as you cry.

Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.

A right delayed is a right denied.

The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.

Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our past over and over again.

They cannot take away our self respect if we do not give it to them.