“Time is slipping away from me. And yet, all I have tried to do is pass time.”

It will never be like the way it always was.

Don’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.

Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.

The adult heart beats differently.

Quiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.

Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.

It’s not so much about seeing the light as it is feeling the light.

She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.

Your essence, so pure. Even from across the room. I want to savor every last drop. Maybe you could heal the devil in me.

And we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.

I have a heart full of feelings. But a mouth devoid of words.

I am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.

It’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.

It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.

You are the color amidst the grey.

Run free little soul. You were never meant to be constrained.

My ambition is handicapped by laziness.

Stay in school. Don’t ever be lazy, don’t you ever complain about hard work. Work hard, it pays off.

I feel lazy when I’m not working.

You’re saying we lost the powers of magic because we grew lazy.

Nope, I don’t enjoy work generally. Not because I’m lazy; it’s just all so stressful and worrying.

Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.

Whenever I feel the need to take some exercise I lie down until the feeling goes away.

Find the leverage in the world so you can be truly lazy.