“Empty boxes pleading empty boxes to fill them with peace and love.”

Are disappointing patterns just patterns only? Or are they a mockery of your stupidity?

You hypnotize yourself with memories that were meant to be forgotten, then wonder why destiny never favors you.

Because I have seen a rare kind of peace in the eyes of loners. Because I have heard whispers of battles of the accompanied.

Transient emptiness over irreparable brokenness.

Falling for superficial costs depth its entire existence.

Is it a loss that is still present? Or a presence that seems to be lost?

How is it that the colors don’t seem colorful anymore? How is it that the child in me wants to live yet keeps dying more and more?

And maybe at the end, it’s not about the loss or victory but the moments in which, we put all the efforts into something.

Insincerity masked as maturity is toxicity.

Not all homes are meant to be lived in. Some are meant to be abandoned. Some burnt.

Being sad means being elite for sad can’t be those who struggle to make the two ends meet.

Indifference is not a vice, insensitivity is.

It doesn’t take courage to find peace in the arms of destiny. It takes faith.

You are so sure of what people will think because you’ve thought the same for someone else at some point in your life.

The world is conditioned to admire flowers. Keep watering your roots.

Its not the chaos that brings us peace, but the uniqueness of how we make sense out of it.

Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.

There is no future without education.

My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me.

If you ain’t aim too high, then you aim too low!

You throw thorns, falling in my silence they become flowers.

I can’t remember anything without a sadness so deep that it hardly becomes known to me, so deep that its tears leave me a spectator of my own stupidity.

A thief is a man in need. A liar is a man in fear.