“I feel you are still with me, walking beside me on every avenue.”

To me it’s the sadness of ‘almost’ and it’s the sadness that’s almost present. – lantern.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

The art of missing you, crafted to perfection. – artisan.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Is there still time? or will we remain past tense.

Lovers. They only come close as she lets them.

Carry these pages. Till one day they compliment the tale. – the chapter.

She knows that he knows where to find her.

Slowly she began to realize what it’s like to dream again. – a new dawn.

And so she remained a mystery, something to dream about on rainy days staring at the dark holly clouds passing by. – in a bed of flowers.

Like fireflies in the night, she has her way of dealing with the dark. -Illumination.

Nothing but the taste of silence touching her lips these days.

I have tried this letting go part and ended up holding you closer then before. – everyday.

The trick to enjoy this, and see it as a part – of the process.

Love is a mix tape, a blend of lovers part of the same romance. – the romance is you.

Avoidance. Probably the worst dance. – Complicated.

Sometimes I think we know too much about our idols and that spoils the dream.

You can always dream. Life is full of dreams that you can fulfill.

The poorest man in the world is the man without a dream.The most frustrated man in the world is the man with a dream that never becomes reality.

Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.

The true value of a big dream is who you must grow into to live that dream.

We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

See your life as a giant adventure. Keep pushing the envelope, and remember that every dream starts off small.