“For without tragedies there is no life & what is life if not all our tragedies put together?”

There is freedom in loneliness. A kind of freedom that hurts. The kind you wish you never had.

Is it a boon or curse I wonder; to feel another’s pain so much to consider it my own? To moan another’s funeral as if it were my own?

I had a playlist of his name. Of songs he would send me now and then. Now every song I hear is a ghost of him. A reminder that he is here. But he is not.

How does it feel to have everything and still suffer from the lack of it? I have all the love in me, but without yours it means nothing at all.

The ache in my bones have owned me all my life. Your love is finally setting me free.

They say body is nothing but the dress for the soul. So does this mean all my pain and all my tragedies are now tattoos on my soul?

The Love in your eyes will forever hold a glimpse of me.

The greatest longing I will ever have, is for the love I always deserved but never received.

If your eyes could speak what stories would it tell? Would it even be able to speak or would it end up choking on all the water?

This ocean of love swallowed my paper heart whole.

Love built me and then, ruined me.

And when instead of flowers your heart grows thorns – that’s when you know it does not love.

I cry because I don’t know how to help you, but I can’t even help myself.

Be my home. Be my peace. Kiss my wounds & bring me peace. Is it really love, if it cannot heal?

He feels like a long-lost lover who’s finally found his way back home to me.

My grief screams. It screams to be free. For too long it has been trapped in me.

Which is worse? the wolf who cries before eating the lamb or the wolf who does not.

Slavery is the next thing to hell.

We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.

There is no fundamental difference between man and animals in their ability to feel pleasure and pain, happiness, and misery.

Wherever the bird with no feet flew, she found trees with no limbs.

We are all more blind to what we have than to what we have not.

Enjoy your own company instead of expecting someone else make you happy.