“Into you, like the sun embraces the moon – a beautiful eclipse.”

You are like the first rays of the sun – a whole new world.

Memory is not your enemy. The real enemy is your desires, chasing your past lamenting over and over.

Seek you in me in your darkest times.

Sky; a map of constellations intertwined with dark and light.

Horizon; where lovers entwine like they did alluring, spellbinding – what an affinity they have.

You gave me the courage to rise but my darling robin why did you fly leaving me behind these four walls all alone?

To those who say self-love is selfish, you are either hunted or haunted.

Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.

It’s unconditional; their chemistry is unconditional – forever.

Poetry is a pleasure to your pressure.

I never understood flowers until I met you.

Fall is the rise.

At times being oblivious keeps me more alive in this chaos.

You hit the soft spot of me making my heart skip a beat.

You are my tamed fire in the wind.

Poetry is a home, a home with joy.

Man must not attempt to dispel the ambiguity of his being but, on the contrary, accept the task of realizing it.

Despite knowing they won’t be here for long they still choose to live their brightest lives- sunflowers.

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.

I have been surfing for my whole life. I love it and I don’t know that I can get much better now, I have peaked, which bothers me but I have to accept it.

Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.

Mistakes are normal and human. Make them small, accept them, correct them, and forget them.

Too many times I’ve reached into shallow wells searching for acceptance, and too many times my bucket has come empty.

Hold on to the ones who accept your rainbow as well as dark skies.