“No, I’m not one to go in pursuit of happiness. It is common knowledge, is it not? That what is chased after will run.”

I have seen humans call for “change” only to bid her go home, and return on a more convenient date.

You were fully clothed in lies, I was naked in truth. Still, when morning came It was I who survived the cold.

There is no such thing as ‘little’ acts of kindness. Every kind act, is grand powerful. Meant to take up space.

I have seen men, choose violence time after time. And in turn, I have seen violence choose them.

‘Why are we here?’ I inquired of my body, spirit, and soul. ‘Here to do whatever feels good.’ Said the first. ‘Here to do what feels good.’ Said the second. ‘Here to choose.’ Said the third. ‘Between both.’

“No” is such a controversial word. Clear, resounding when uttered by men. By women, Low, muffled. Sounds like “yes.”

To know more, I must first admit that I know nothing. Only on a blank page, can words be written.

Ran out of time, before we even began. How long will the road not taken be starved of footprints?

I no longer ask humans, for a definition of love. For, they tend to force on her, the traits of those who have either treated them well or not at all.

Both strong and weak may survive; if neither takes too seriously, the titles of ‘strong’ and ‘weak’.

A natural law; ‘forgive them or become them.’ slowly, unnoticeably, surely.

A lot of my mistakes, are birthed by curiosity. Like a child, drawn to fire; I came for the light and found pain instead.

Ears quick to listen. Lips, slow to speak. I take, so that I may give.

I used to envy the sun, for having seen it all. I was wrong. Left with nothing to see, how bored she must be.

Doubts are powerful. They, not only demand we look again, they tell us what to see.

Patience is not the ability to wait. It is, how we wait; an attitude so unruffled, that none can tell if we’re waiting or not.

I want to be remembered as someone who was sincere. Even if I made mistakes, they were made in sincerity. If I was wrong, I was wrong in sincerity.

It is very easy to defeat someone, but it is very hard to win someone.

Others may know pleasure, but pleasure is not happiness. It has no more importance than a shadow following a man.

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

Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.

Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else.

Art is only a way of expressing pain.

A diamond is a piece of coal that stuck to the job.