“Is it a loss that is still present? Or a presence that seems to be lost?”

Everyone has it’ is no reason for you to have it as well.

Beautification of the soul over decoration of the body.

What a blessing to be hurt yet see the good, what a curse to always understand and never be understood.

You drain your energy in proving your worth to the world then wonder why you feel so empty.

But we are all fake people telling each other to be our real selves.

Not everything that bothers us is a problem, not everything that comforts us is the solution.

Every attachment is naturally temporary. It is made permanent by conscious thinking – sticking to moments and replaying memories.

The peak of intensity is numbness not emotionless.

Because sometimes the value lasts only as long as the distance does.

Forever is timeless, time changes everything, a forever battle against time.

And then there are people who try to fix themselves by fixing others only to end up more unfixed than ever.

You surrender to instantaneous instincts then mourn over becoming a slave.

At times this thought makes me arid, if the vibe was mutual, why is this reminiscence one sided.

Don’t tell me to not daydream. That’s the only place where I live and don’t think.

What more is loneliness if not the longing to be understood? The longing to be understood by the self.

Look at us. Always choosing devastation followed enlightenment over spoon fed lessons.

Who tricked you into believing another person was meant to complete you when the most they can do is a compliment.

Do not feel envious of the happiness of those who live in a fool’s paradise, for only a fool will think that it is happiness.

Politics is largely governed by sententious platitudes which are devoid of truth.

It used to be about trying to do something. Now it’s about trying to be someone.

Nothing is so exhausting as indecision, and nothing is so futile.

There are so many ways that things can fall apart, or fail to work altogether, and it is always wounded people who are holding it together.

Language serves not only to express thought but to make possible thoughts that could not exist without it.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time when miserable.