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

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.

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

Are disappointing patterns just patterns only? Or are they a mockery of your stupidity?

You hypnotize yourself with memories that were meant to be forgotten, then wonder why destiny never favors you.

Because I have seen a rare kind of peace in the eyes of loners. Because I have heard whispers of battles of the accompanied.

Transient emptiness over irreparable brokenness.

Falling for superficial costs depth its entire existence.

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

How is it that the colors don’t seem colorful anymore? How is it that the child in me wants to live yet keeps dying more and more?

And maybe at the end, it’s not about the loss or victory but the moments in which, we put all the efforts into something.

Insincerity masked as maturity is toxicity.

Not all homes are meant to be lived in. Some are meant to be abandoned. Some burnt.

Being sad means being elite for sad can’t be those who struggle to make the two ends meet.

Empty boxes pleading empty boxes to fill them with peace and love.

Indifference is not a vice, insensitivity is.

Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream.

Feed the poor and get rich or feed the rich and get poor.

Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.

When stupidity is considered patriotism, it is unsafe to be intelligent.

This is the secret of propaganda: Those who are to be persuaded by it should be completely immersed in the ideas of the propaganda, without ever noticing that they are being immersed in it.

But before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself.

God made night, But man made darkness.

That’s what nature meant us to do, breathe deep when we are stressed.