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

The journey of fire begins, survives and ends with air.

Stay peaceful until your inner conflicts turn into a war with someone.

All I want for christmas is your warmth, near the firing woods. Cuddling on the chair, swinging in merry times, forgetting our bad lies.

There is magic in this universe. I don’t know how often do you believe in it, or you do not at all. But if you do not, then this is for you to know, that your very existence is magic in itself.

I have been confused with many pretty smiles earlier but your canines hit me differently.

I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.

Any day can be Monday when you choose to start right.

Do not insist me to let you go, you come half hearted like a crescent moon, and you go heart-filled like a full moon which glows.

It is hard holding a spot in your body that doesn’t want you.

I chose myself today, not over you. I can never do that, and you know that well. I just chose the new me over my past self.

The believe you carry in yourself is what makes you unbelievable for others.

When you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?

Entangle me, into your talkative eyes. Let me breathe in, your breath often. For I’m tired of floating, in the shallow waters, when I want to get choked.

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.

What other people think of me is none of my business. Sometimes, it hurts my feelings, but I have to just keep going.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.

It doesn`t hurt to get more education.

Love hurts. There is nothing as painful as heartbreak. But in order to learn to love again you must learn to trust again.

I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.