“We broke away from each other like clouds after a storm. But the sun never reappeared for me and I don’t know what to do with all this rain.”

Into the soft sand I will carve your name and let the ocean steal what little remains.

We were a storm that couldn’t decide where to let the rain fall. I never wanted to let go and you didn’t know how to stop.

Oh, how beautifully you will bloom again.

Nothing grows from spreading hate, You’ll find that out quite soon. But plant some love within its place, the world will surely bloom.

The wild is always changing like a reminder. You do not have to be the same to be beautiful.

Watching the sun rise again over the rooftops i whisper the things i wish would come back, too. Like hope like happiness like you.

Don’t you understand? I do not want you to fight for me. I do not want this to feel like a war.

And sometimes I think I could touch the sky because these hands were made to reach and this heart was built to survive.

Some pain stays but we learn to carry it.

I am always trying to be more than I am instead of remembering that what I am is more than enough.

The thing about healing is that it keeps growing the more time passes, and the thing about time is that it keep passes.

Like a storm that does not know where to let the rain fall, sometimes i do not know how to let go and other times i do not know how to stop.

Please don’t be afraid when i tell you about this emptiness i carry. I am still so full of love.

Sunflowers adapt to let the light reach them and I’m learning to do the same.

I want to be like the wild; Never afraid to grow.

Always be kind. After all most hearts are home to some kind of pain.

The strong grows in solitude where the weak withers away.

Love in this dying world but the simple word “love” itself already died and went away.

The individual is ephemeral, races and nations come and pass away, but man remains.

Why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential.

Peace is not something you wish for; It’s something you make, something you do, something you are, and something you give away.

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, go throw your TV set away, and in its place you can install, a lovely bookshelf on the wall.

You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.