“When you least expect it, death creeps in and reminds you of life.”

The best way to be misunderstood is to care too much.

I’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.

The loudest voices are often the ones that aren’t heard.

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

You feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.

Poetry, music, and silence.

I’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.

You complete me.

Do not tell me how to feel just because you can’t understand.

Sometimes I get my youth confused with age.

Give me love and I’ll show you unconditional.

I miss you even in my dreams.

Love, if true, stays when all else is gone.

Regret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.

Can I write you into existence?

He is a friend. A different kind of lover.

It hurts to live after someone has died. It just does.

Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.

I said to myself, ‘I want to die decently’.

Men, though they must die, are not born in order to die but in order to begin.

The only thing that scares me is dying.

If I die innocent the shame will fall on those who are the cause of my death, since all sort of iniquity is attended with shame.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.