“Maybe he is a one kind of a poem in a form of a body.”

My longing is to have you back. Your body, your soul all at once.

I want love to be my sanctuary. The place I dwell when I am weak.

With the right person, everything will always be okay. Even if it is difficult, you never have a question about it. You just patiently there and wait, because you know the answer for the best.

Let this now be the time, to give thanks even to a small thing that keeps you alive.

When I look at you, I am home.

Treat the ones you love most the very best.

I hope you find someone who makes you feel so at home, even with just their voice.

What I admire about love is that, even in its weakness, it still wishes you well.

Love is many things. But your love is my favorite.

I believe that if you tell me I am enough, I am enough.

Love came to me as you.

I think life would mean nullity if grace does not pick my hand again to reach you.

Maybe you have to be smaller if you want to see bigger things. To see how the sky looked prettier from the ground.

You can’t forget the person who prayed for you because when you were happy yesterday, maybe their prayers were a part of it too.

About pain; maybe it will hit you when you think about what will happen if you just stay a little longer.

I’ve been taught that it will be such an extraordinary story if it ends with forgiveness.

We ignore our feelings a lot, I realize. Many of us have to… until they really bite us in the butt.

As a teenager, I had big breasts for my age, and my friends cracked on me a lot.

Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else’s body.

A corpse is what’s left after waking too often.

Meditation is a vital way to purify and quiet the mind, thus rejuvenating the body.

Dance is a song of the body. Either of joy or pain.

The Bible is to your soul what bread is to your body. You need it daily. One good meal does not suffice for a lifetime.

Let your liquid sunshine pour all over my body.