“She knew exactly where she needed to be.”

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.

I remember many songs of september but mostly I remember hers.

Imagine her to be more then just – a dream.

No one will hit you harder than life itself. It doesn’t matter how hard you hit back. It’s about how much you can take, and keep fighting, how much you can suffer and keep moving forward. That’s how you win.

If what’s inside your dreams wasn’t already real inside you, you couldn’t even dream it.

Now if you know what you’re worth. Then go out and get what you’re worth.

Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune’s darlings.

Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.

She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.

Remember the mind is your best muscle, BIG ARMS can move rocks, but BIG WORDS can move mountains. Ride the brain train for success.

You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.