“How short the happy moments seem and how endless the sad ones.”

My love is like a lonely light wandering through the darkness searching for a home.

Sadness that is caused by the absence of love is deadly for the heart.

Somewhere between the stars there is a place for me and you; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.

And all these strange birds in the morning sky feel more familiar than home.

We have to embrace our darkest thoughts to become light again.

Oh darling, if the universe would need the love of us careless humans to keep its restless heart alive the sky would be full of dead stars.

Too many people share the same tears.

Maybe we become what we write about.

The past is an empty battleground.

Pretty flowers have to die some day too.

Beautiful things are quiet beings.

Time offers us space to grow.

Autumn nights carry the most colourful dreams through the empty woods.

I broke my own heart, hoping that you would find parts of me that you could love.

Her love was like lavender, Delicate and melancholy.

Poetry is a silent revolution.