“Who am I to touch your soul while the world is spinning so fast.”

We were each other’s muses, I find that quite amusing.

I can be productive as fuck but I can’t be starved of love. I choose connection, touch.

You don’t realize that it’s peace over tension and calm over the rain that love is peaceful without any pain.

You left me speechless I’m glad you did because I appreciate every minute of it.

What is art without the human touch before it all gets dark.

The view looks so much better when you see the beauty inside of yourself.

Everybody has their trials and tribulations it just depends on if you have motivation.

One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.

The art of being uncomfortable is a fine one it is necessary to become strong.

A love that is, a love that was, a love that loved.

I thought of you to realize that you haven’t crossed my mind for a while.

You could have shook my whole world luckily I became aware, and I took a turn.

I decide that my vulnerability is my strength I remember to not forget.

Time is by my side I’m not running forward for time is not behind.

Sometimes you need to take a tiny break to take space and reevaluate.

You were the sun that made me see that to be loved is also destined for me.

You have to think outside the box.

Anyone can find the switch after the lights are on.

Even in the dark I can shine.

It is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing.

Not seeing people permits us to imagine them with every perfection.

Time, as it grows old, teaches all things.

Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.

How can you thank a man for giving you what’s already yours? How then can you thank him for giving you only part of what is yours?