“You little star that shines so bright you make the whole sky look glorious from a million miles away.”

You touched a piece of my soul with your mind. A piece I didn’t know my body carried, the one that makes me feel alive the most.

Don’t mind me if I look at the ground today. My eyes are carrying the tears that kept the night awake.

You gave me a sense of peace, I thought I never deserved to give myself.

My loneliness envies company. I searched for it for years, a specific kind of love. We all dream of something perfect though could find something so much more beautiful.

When I lost hope, hope came and found me, when I stopped believing in faith, faith believed in me.

I am in transition between who I was, who I am, who I want to become what I left behind and where I am looking ahead.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

Though I kept missing you every day, I missed myself more when I wasn’t alone and finding my soul again was the most beautiful feeling I’ve ever felt.

Is it the obstacles that stop us from blossoming among our scariest worries or is it the fears themselves?

You taught me how to be kind, generous, honest, truthful, trustworthy, authentic, by simply being yourself.

You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

When I lost hope, hope came and found me, when I stopped believing in faith, faith believed in me.

You grow stronger after heartbreak like the pouring rain nourishes trees, flowers, the earth, instead of making them drown. Like painful tears make your heart stronger after every drop.

When we lose a piece of love we were holding so close to our heart and our soul for so long. We sometimes wonder if it will return the same or differently or has it fallen beneath the settling of our past.

When I thought I lost everything, all I lost were old stories, the ones that didn’t belong within me anymore. Perhaps, it wasn’t that I lost anything, It’s that I was getting rid of what was no longer right for me.

Consider first, that great or bright infers not excellence.

Until things are brighter. I’m the man in black.

She burned too bright for this world.

He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.

You must help those who only remember you while their need because they try to find the brightness while in darkness, and you are that brightness.

The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Become the kind of person who brightens a room just by entering it.