“We remained youthful never aging a single second because we promised each other that we wouldn’t.”

You are the sun. Soft yellow. Beaming flames. Gentle and fierce all at once.

I used to admire people who spoke their mind. Now I admire people who speak their heart.

Poetry is not something you try to grasp with your mind and wrap yourself around to figure it out.

I tried and tried to blow out the flame of a candle but it would not budge, it reminded me of us.

I am nature taking its divine and natural course. I am homes being rebuilt after a tragedy. I am healing.

I will take this heart, these lungs, these hands and I will rebuild.

The more you judge others. The more you cage yourself.

Our greatness mistake was starting with potent lust, and allowing it to drip into lust.

For every breath that catches the attention of my lungs – I am grateful.

There is such beauty lying in the subtle calling of the seconds, of the milliseconds, if you slow down enough to capture it.

More breath than mind. More moon silk than sunbeam. More bone than break.

You reach a dangerous level of independence the moment you realize you are beating.

If you are in need of a safety net-sit with your own heartbeat for a little while.

Fear creates space for creativity. Love creates space for healing.

Never be afraid to fall apart in front of the stars. They do not twinkle with judgment.

My body has forgotten what my own warmth feels like and the ice on my skin has frost bitten all those who have tried to hold me.

Life is a lonely journey. We expect and even believe that someone will always be there for us, but that illusion fades away with age and time.

Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.

Sometimes I get my youth confused with age.

I will never be an old man. To me old age is always 15 years older than I am.

The Crusades – the most signal and most durable monument of human folly that has yet appeared in any age or nation.

Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust and old authors to read.

Baby we are not getting older each day we live our new versions and the new has no age.

My bloody hands that hold on to faith. Learned that we grow with pain and not age.