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.

Blue things hold a secret of calmness, like the ocean waves or someone's gaze.

And it's inside myself that I must create someone who will understand.

For the love of a rose, the gardener becomes a slave of a thousand thorns.

Never let good suffering go to waste.

You know you are in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

I see planets that don't exist and landscapes that have only been dreamed.

And it's hard to mourn a death that did not take a life, to mourn a love that was never felt.

Rarely, if ever, are any of us healed in isolation.

Maybe we're together in another world.