“Hatred has a way of hurting the heart which carries it.”

What grows inside you, grows around you.

And if it takes darkness to see the stars, may I never come out of it.

All it takes is a single moment of happiness to blemish even the deepest of scars.

I run away from myself, only to find myself in others.

This brain of mine tends to complicate the simplest of things.

Holding a rope full of thorns, dreaming of a rope full of flowers.

I am not going to apologise for the things I didn’t do and neither should you.

We ain’t flawless and yet we are precious.

My mind dwells in the blues.

The world seems hazy because my heart is heavy.

Everything is going to be alright, only if you want it to be.

Quitting is the easiest option available and I have never preferred an easy path.

Life is too short to keep it all just in your heart.

You are a piece of art with a beating heart.

If the Sun took away your hope today, only it can bring it back tomorrow.

Be your own patch of sunlight.

Dreaming hurts, yet we never stop dreaming; just like the way love hurts but we still love to love.

He was both everything I could ever want… And nothing I could ever have.

What’s lost, can be found. What’s broken, may be fixed. But what lives in denial of either of these will remain as it is.

The only forever I have witnessed in my life is the relationship of love and goodbyes.

How long can the flowers in my garden survive if the sun suddenly disappears?

Heartbreak wears me like it’s love.

We do not really know what we have lost until all that is left is the emptiness within us.

A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved.