“Now just with memories, I can live happily with you.”

If changes are unavoidable, nothing is permanent. If nothing is permanent, everything is temporary.

She is the epitome of majestic sadness whenever she cries.

Sometimes, we are stuck in the dark for so long, we sometimes forget what light looks like, what hope and love feel like.

The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.

I wish to exist in the spaces of your heart where no one else has ever been.

The person you hurt the most doesn’t deserve to be hurt.

The mirror in my room is a Liar. It doesn’t reflect what’s inside.

I have no one to talk to, and no one I feel I am trying to find meaning in this nonsensical paradox, with my heart on fire, I am constantly trying to heal.

I am so attached to the past I could be an antique stone.

I want to die just once before my death so that I know what it feels like to be alive once again.

Life is the combination of storms and rainbows. Nothing is permanent.

Loving someone is slow dancing with emotions in a burning room.

These silent Conversations that I have with myself might just end up killing me in the end.

Attachment of anything is the distraction of everything.

Never change to fit in, our differences is what makes life beautiful.

I was born and reborn continuously, different people draw different me.