“What ever I want from this day on, I have to let it go.”

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.

I still come here it somehow comforts me – to miss you.

Well it looks like the sun set on us like it set on the orange sky – as the thunder rolls.

There is something extraordinary about watching her inhabit the world. – and sometimes she catches me staring.

The depth to her sea proved to be stronger than any mans current.

Quite literally she had time on hand, while staring at the lines in her skin. – Sketches of a maze.

Empty. Like a vase without flowers – it felt.

How, love and addiction can have similar strains – of attachment.

Don’t do to others what you don’t want for yourself.⁣

You’ll never be alone. You are the whole & the whole is in you.

In the game of life, we’re all hanging by a thread.  

Our ego wants to understand logic, our soul wants to believe in the unseen.

Everyone knows your worth, they just hope you don’t.

Man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn’t calculate his happiness.

Some relationship will end when you choose yourself.

Never let the things you want, make you forget the things you have.