“You feed me poison in a spoon of gold and I always ask for more.”

No matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.

Perhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

Refrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

You’ll roam the world and come to realize: It’s all in you, to be free or not to be.

We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.

This is face blindness, but not really it. Among all the faces I see, I could only see yours.

I’ve always had a fear of endings, but it comes as relief to me that among all the dying things, I am one too.

Where once there were a few houses between us, now there are seas.

I close my eyes and I see you. I open them, and I’m blind.

You float underneath my eyelids – a dream I never seem to get enough of.

Of all the lies I’ve lived, and all the lies I’ve been told, the lies I told myself hurt the most.

If there’s anything I’ve learnt so far, it’s that to love others, you should give them space to breathe.

And it scares me that if I ever get my wings, I might not know where to fly to.

I am grieving a connection that never really happened, a dance of souls that only lasted one day.

I am not the man I used to be.

Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

I’ve come too far, and I don’t know how to get back.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.

Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

Depression is the absence of hope.

It can be heartbreaking when you find out that your fairy tale image of the world doesn’t match the reality.