“Surviving is to overcome a hurting wound living is to see your face each morning.”

Sometimes its suffocating by being surrounded with happiness and not being able to feel it.

Sometimes, I feel sorry for you. I’m not there to hold you, and this clouded sky do not let you talk to the moon.

Your departure is no joke it freaks me out every time you leave for the airport.

If I’m sharing you with myself, I’m daring to share your thirst for warmth, your body and soul, even your mistakes gone wrong.

Darling, everything is likely to fall in place, only if you make up your mind to stay.

My notebook couldn’t carry the burden of all those words which my heart once felt.

We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.

She who has the courage to dive deep into the ocean will find the pearls.

I couldn’t experience an end with you, because you have always been a beginning to something new every day.

I found the universe in you when people thought the sky is the limit.

Anger makes you vulnerable, It slowdowns the mind and make us slip our tongues often.

Sometimes it’s suffocating by being surrounded by happiness and not being able to feel it.

It’s exhausting stitching the bruises of the past with the one you see your whole life with.

You were drunk in love by the time I was already sober.

Sometimes I wish that I was the first you’ve met when you turned eighteen. There could be so many more years which we could have lived together.

We have got to abandon that sense of amazement in the face of creativity, as if it were a miracle that anybody created anything.

There comes a time in the affairs of man when he must take the bull by the tail and face the situation.

May your shit come to life and kiss you on the face.

A tiny bit of obscure delicacy written all over her face at all times.

No matter how many tears are running down her face, They’ll never stand a chance to the fire burning in her heart.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

You said that my face looks good between your hands. I said I disagree. Because your face looks even better between my legs.

I closed my eyes held my face towards the sky and prayed inwardly for strength to grow. And suddenly it began to rain.