“I search for summer in every corner of september.”

Silent lips speak the deepest truths.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

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

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.

If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music.

Anyone can find the dirt in someone. Be the one that finds the gold.

If you are searching for that person who will change your life, take a look in the Mirror.

I’m just a fucked-up lover searching for someone who will understand my scars and never leave my side.

People search for joy everywhere not knowing that the Self is the source of all joy.

In life, don’t keep searching for good people, rather, become good yourself, maybe you meet someone who has been searching for a good person.

Our search is never for a thing, but for the feeling we think the thing will give us.