“Don’t be deceived beloved no one really knows what they’re doing.”

You are the season of love, light and endless grace awe excludes from you.

And I knew something was deeply broken inside me when you gave me the most glimmering of compliments and I still could not bring myself to muster even the faintest of smiles.

Now the fireflies do more justice with their light than we ever did.

And all the sorries I imagined you would say was just apologies that never came.

And even if a short while from now you take off to inhabit some cloud way above cloud nine I’d still rather stay grounded and watch the stars from here.

There is beauty in endings, for they are simply our new beginnings.

And I will continue to be like the sun falling yet rising every single day.

It’s too good to be true things are bound to go terribly wrong at some point – whenever things are going good for a while.

Anxiety sucks creeps its way into your brain and decides to stay.

If we die now what will all this have been for? mere clasping at straws.

Make your peace with those things that start a war within you.

Now I just say my words bleed from wounds that never healed.

Strength runs through our veins that’s why even when we fall we always get up.

I tried to write you something uplifting but I could only see grey.

It’s the holidays that mean to spread love and cheer to all who are near.

Trust can burn bridges and as easily burn them down, don’t play with it.

Do not do to others what angers you if done to you by others.

Nothing you have not given away will ever really be yours.

Disappointments feel like home.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

I was quiet but I was not blind.

Everyone thinks forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.

If humanity doesn’t land on Mars in my lifetime, I would be very disappointed.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.