Do not regret a war that has matured you.

And as I watch the leaves fall gracefully from the trees, I am gently reminded there is beauty in release.

The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.

The wave left the shore soaked in memories, never to return again, leaving it forever changed.

To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter.
To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

Sometimes home isn't four walls, it's two eyes and a heart.

In my heart, an endless restlessness resides, destined to end with my life.

I have a heart that hurts nobody but me.

When you left, like the fading day,
I fell after you, like sunset's way.

The old world is dying. And the new world struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters.

If it stays, it is love.
If it ends, it's a love story.
If it never begins, it is poetry.

Upon taking his own life, Socrates offered a rooster to the god of healing, Asclepius, to pay his debt.
To Socrates, death was not a defeat, but a cure.

Loneliness forced me to become my own best friend.

Run to yourself before you run to them.

In my daydreams, in my wishes, in my ifs, coulds, and woulds, I thought, if hands could write realities, I would write your name next to mine.

Killing the flowers will not delay spring.

Love and legacy are the sacrifices we make for progress.

It's a sad truth that those who shine brightest often burn fastest.

Sometimes you still have to try,
despite knowing it's futile.

Darkness shields as much as it threatens.

Your smile resembles a moon's crescent and your luminance is just as iridescent.