When the dust has settled, turn off the revving, restless engine inside you.
YOHAN ACOSTAWhen the dust has settled, turn off the revving, restless engine inside you.
YOHAN ACOSTAWhy bloom in hell when you are not a flower conceived in there.
YOHAN ACOSTAI will not allow myself to lose the child in me.
YOHAN ACOSTAHow would I know if he’s going to be a good husband or not? Watch closely how he treats his mother.
YOHAN ACOSTAThe deeper the pain that you have gone through, the more compassion you are capable of feeling.
YOHAN ACOSTAYour tongue is too powerful that it can make a garden out of me. And it can also shred and tear apart the flowers within.
YOHAN ACOSTAYou cannot always get the validation from others, even from the people you love.
YOHAN ACOSTAMay I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.
YOHAN ACOSTAI am sorry for wounding you with my sharp edges before taking pain to refine and mend yourself.
YOHAN ACOSTAWe forget that our parents were children, too. Let’s get to know them as little ones. Perhaps we’ll find the answer why they behave now the way they do.
YOHAN ACOSTAWhat a sight of storm you are as a lie beside me in your deep, peaceful slumber.
YOHAN ACOSTAPoetry is dangerous.
YOHAN ACOSTARead me gently and unhurriedly. Please. My pages crumble at your slightest touch.
YOHAN ACOSTASomeone once told me, wherever you are, whatever you do, always keep on upgrading yourself.
YOHAN ACOSTAGive yourself permission to be human. Human beings do not always feel high.
YOHAN ACOSTAMay I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.
YOHAN ACOSTA