“They call my love immature, naive and foolish, as if, wisdom made a better lover out of them.”

I’m still figuring out, how to talk about how I feel- which is a lot.

Those that are drunk in love, shall forever talk to the moon.

Something in me is constantly at unrest.

You are like a wrecked ship in the depths of the ocean, collapsed and eroded but still, full of pearl oysters.

If not love, then we have to survive it.

I am not what I write but I want to be.

It’s not sad/ that you choose/ to keep yourself in/ its a pity/ that even when you could/ you never decided/ to walk out.

You out of all, have a hand to hold.

Too many of us have grown up just too early.

I don’t want everything to be a destination, where I have to grind and reach, O! how I long for some good to come in my way and let me pick it up.

All this sadness longs to be touched.

I want to know the 2 am you because my love we all are different when we are at war under the sun.

A love that stays will always remain secondary to the one that left, but isn’t it a shame to worship that which left in place off that which stayed.

But the act of holding on speaks to me so much more about a human heart than the courage of letting go ever could.

These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

Growing flowers on your tongue/ won’t make those lies/ any sweet/ saying that you still/ love me/ won’t make this/ broken trust/ change how it feels.

A little foolishness, enough to enjoy life, and a little wisdom to avoid the errors, that will do.

Life has its own lesson on our foolishness.

I was rather foolish in saying that I did not like arithmetic and to learn figures when I did – I was not thinking quite what I was about. The sums can be done better, if I tried, than they are.

How strange and foolish is man. He looses his health in gaining wealth. Then to regain health he wastes his wealth.

Fame is foolish, it is pointless, meaningless.

All that is great cannot be possessed – and that is one of the most foolish things man goes on doing. We want to possess.

A little foolishness, enough 2 enjoy life, & a little wisdom to avoid the errors, that will do.

It is better to listen to a wise enemy than to seek counsel from a foolish friend.