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

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.

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.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

Lets breath magic into each other.

In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?

Don’t ask the sun for rain.

Don’t ask the sun for rain.

I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.

You can copy someone else’s paper but you’ll never know how you arrived at your answer. 

Next chapter of your life is going to cause some people to wish they had treated you better.

Love what you have, before time teaches you to love what you lost.

Be with someone who makes you laugh when you think you will never laugh again.

The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.