“They push you away and say you’ve changed.”

I miss you even in my dreams.

Love, if true, stays when all else is gone.

Regret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.

Can I write you into existence?

He is a friend. A different kind of lover.

The ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.

Silence is the best storyteller.

I am a wildflower disguised as a flame. It’ll be fun to watch you underestimate me.

When you least expect it, death creeps in and reminds you of life.

Love, let go you’re holding on to things you no longer know – release.

Love yourself, first.

Teach me how to forgive cause I can’t seem to forget.

Missing you like you no longer exist.

The dream is to have the world know what it’s like to love and be loved.

The moon reminds me of how beautiful darkness is.

Touch me in all the right places but one: heart.

In case you’re still wondering why there’s no real change in sight… We can’t solve a crisis unless we treat it like a crisis.

People keep doing what they do because the vast majority doesn’t have a clue about the consequences of our everyday life. And they don’t know the rapid changes required.

All we have to do is to wake up and change.

We understand that the world is very complex and that change doesn’t happen overnight. But you’ve now had more than three decades of blah blah blah. How many more do you need?

For a change let me taste your thumb tonight.

We can’t call for climate justice while advocating for policies and phase-out-dates based on targets that exclude aspect of equity and historic emissions.

My mother used to say “Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today” I say What can you do today to make the world a better place?

I hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you couldn’t have.