“How pleasant would it have been if our sorrows drowned themselves in our pellucid oceans of saline tears, beauty knows no limits.”

You can be both kind and considerate and know your worth at the same time.

Strength is crying, stumbling, falling, and yet finding the courage to get up and start yet again.

Cry it all out darling because sometimes what you need is a good cry.

At times, listening to the heart rather than the mind gives birth to enchanting moments.

Darling, you are a warrior, for even though each day feels like a battle, you keep fighting and live on.

When we struggle to find hope, sometimes hope finds us in the most unexpected moments and serendipitous ways.

Repentance and forgiveness both require courage and strength.

Growth is not a competition.

At times, a smile houses more sorrow than tears do.

Do not despair. The storm shall pass and the sun shall rise once more.

Choose peace over temporary pleasure.

Hang in there darling. The rain is necessary for the flower to fully grow.

Never let anyone mask their misbehavior towards you as authenticity.

Every album has its sad songs and happy songs.

Rain is the warm softness of a mother’s hand as she soothingly dabs that nasty smelling ointment on that bruised kneecap of yours, her delicate features creased with worry.

Her eyes sparkled with diamonds of hope and burned with fires of raw passion.

I’m drowning in papers.

Why fight against the current if I would only drown in it?

You satisfied your thirst as I drowned.

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.

I’ve tried staying where its safe far away from the deep end. Only to find out people still drown in the shallow end.

I’m an actor to your floating palace, me in my truest form would drown you.

I’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.

On the verge of what is there to see, a beautiful landscape of the sea washing away what we’re made off, looking back we drown we fall.