“Broken vases may still carry beautiful flowers.”

I gave you up to gain myself back.

We lose ourself trying to be enough.

The voices inside of me has lost its breath.

We love people who can break our heart easily.

Only our dreams understand better that hearts are meant to be broken.

Once a man is done, he is done.

Broken hearts often break hearts.

Where there is mask there is fear.

Judge me by my past, don’t get mad when I put you there.

Our life has a secret relationship with sadness.

Sometimes we choose to be cold, to act cold.

Maybe today I am a dry tree, I will fill up when it’s rain.

The sad soul once had happy stories to tell.

What broke you, won’t heal you.

Dreams grow everywhere, people not.

Disappointments feel like home.