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

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.

The ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.

Silence is the best storyteller.

I am a wildflower disguised as a flame. It’ll be fun to watch you underestimate me.

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

Love, let go you’re holding on to things you no longer know – release.

Those who are bold enough to advance before the age they live in, must learn to brave censure.

The fundamental event of the modern age is the conquest of the world as a picture.

Old age and treachery can always overcome youth and skill.

Staying young means being willing to learn, evolve, and be open to life.

We are entering the age of infinite examination and of compulsory objectification.

We stand at the end of the Age of Reason. A new era of the magical explanation of the world is rising.

Will you stay up late with me tonight? sit quietly while I write you into a piece of art that will be a marvel for the ages?

Life is a lonely journey. We expect and even believe that someone will always be there for us, but that illusion fades away with age and time.