“Sometimes, my words need a home too and that is why i write about you.”

Her heart is graveyard of lovers, promises and scars.

Some of her addictions were weird. They have heartbeats.

Anxiety is way louder than it sounds, I want to speak but i am short of breath.

I have been to places and left my heart in few. None of them felt real, none of them felt like you.

You are healing and you are doing good, like the crescent before becoming full.

Nothing is more beautiful than two broken hearts healing each other.

That damn fire she was so proud of, burnt her own bones.

I’m sure stars and moon run out of laugh, every time a lover promises pluck one of them.

Now that i am numb, i crave for pain.

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.

The wars you create, will be fought by your children, for the people already dead.

I will calm my heart with time and turn us into memories.

Stars must be fed up of hearing your name every time they fall.

Someday your pen will write a revolution. Until then, write your pain.

What a waste of scar if it doesn’t remind you of strength.

So many people around you, none like you.

If you really want to make a friend, go to someone’s house and eat with him… the people who give you their food give you their heart.

My home will never welcome me if I don’t welcome me.

Home is where the heart is, but my heart is with you and I’m not with it.

Imagination feels like home to me. If I am not responding to you, Maybe, I am responding to someone in my imaginary world.

And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.

When a new president comes in, a new president gets to clean house.

The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery

Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.