“I recovered from illness but couldn’t recover from her memories.”

A mermaid was dying at the shore, but no one dared to save her. Because no one dared to love her.

While plunging into her past hole bind yourself with hope, not rope.

Hold my hand we’ll walk, run and fly above this beautiful sky.

Her red lips were like a bow dipped in the blood of ease.

I promised to meet many, But I rang only your doorbell.

I separated someplace for each person in my heart, But she claimed to be the owner of it.

Sometimes I take a rest between her legs instead of her lap.

If I’m a photographer, then you are my perfect click.

I’ll show you the eternity of love as God shows heaven to saints.

Let me follow my dream. Let me follow my queen.

I know that she is beautiful and I like to remind her again and again.

I can cheat my heart, soul, and mind. If you become my life.

If you can’t be the reason for someone’s joy, be the part of his joy.

Keep growing in love, it’s a never-ending process.

Serve me wildly and I will love you gently. It will make you nymph and I’ll be beast.

When she loved, I got healing.

The meaning we give to memories color our reality.

Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.

Maybe age is kinder to us than we think. With my bad eyes, I can’t see how bad I look, and with my rotten memory, I have a good excuse for getting out of a lot of stuff.

I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.

Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.

My earliest childhood memory was watching my parents loosen the wheels on my stroller.

I’ve had so much plastic surgery, when I die they will donate my body to Tupperware.

My memories of events and games are fragmented.