“These stones In her pockets, the dime of her – compassion.”

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.

Relaxation is the doorway to both wisdom and compassion.

Everyone should just be kind to one another.

May I be given the appropriate difficulties so that my heart can truly open with compassion. Imagine asking for that.

Perhaps the most “spiritual” thing any of us can do is simply to look through our own eyes, see with eyes of wholeness, and act with integrity and kindness.

Be genuinely interested in everyone you meet and everyone you meet will be genuinely interested in you

Let us love, since our heart is made for nothing else.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.

I’ll empathize with your sad story and wish you could bear mine. – the weight of empathy.