“Fall is the rise.”

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.

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.

No pain no worries only the beating of our hearts.

Oh God, to think that you only fall in love once in your entire life is such a depressing thought.

I fell in love with theater there, and after graduation I moved to Los Angeles to pursue acting.

I’m not unreasonable I just think it’s very reasonable you would fall in love with me.

I wish I was as good at love as I am at falling apart.

Let me shed like the trees of fall, let me tick like the seasons clock, let me be like a content moon sometimes full sometimes cropped.

Don’t stall find yourself in the free fall.

She was always falling in love with the complexities of the human heart.

I’m the kind of boy that can fall in love with any girl because I love with the heart, not the eyes.