“See the wonder that exists all around you – and know that you belong.”

And love stopped being love when it began to feel like a trap, instead of freedom.

I breathe in the first glimmers of freedom – it tastes of sweet hopefulness.

Wanting you has been a thirst I have not been able to quench.

I lost myself willfully in half-forgotten madness, futilely for in the throes, I still remember you.

Shadows may haunt your steps, but you will keep walking.

Although my heart has broken a thousand times, it has never lost its capacity for love.

To be the water that engulfs your skin, oh, let me be the sea you drown in.

Her thoughts are poetry, sheer beauty to behold, pay attention when she gives you a glimpse.

And every breath without you is torture, but at least I can finally breathe again.

And I’m bruised but never broken.

There is a story to tell in even the mundane, and beauty in the most unsuspecting.

And you have fast become my weakness, even as you remain my source of strength.

To be looked at and not found wanting – how beautiful to be enough.

My skin holds echoes of you; in every line, you used to trace and empty space you used to fill.

I accepted all of you – except for the vital part, that couldn’t accept all of me.

And when I lie broken with my face pressed to the earth – I will look to the cloudless sky, and reach out for it once more.

Moon and stars are what my dark sky has felt but with the story love of his existence.

I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there – that is living.

When I stopped believing in love, the universe sent you to remind me that love, true love, does exist, even for me.

If you knew the way you made my heart break and eyes tear, you would curse your existence .

You breathe, you love, you feel – and that’s enough to learn to see beauty in details. Is it not an art of living to create happiness where it does not exist?

Human beings cannot be willed and molded into non-existence.

What is in your heart & mind can come to reality. Believe it into existence.

Freedom of mind is the proof of one’s existence.