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.

And death is so certain, an entrance to happiness.

Wrapped in the cloak of rage, I bury the echoes of sadness, loneliness, and whispers of worthlessness, a silent war I wage.

The sea speaks more honestly to those willing to drown.

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

I remember, and remembering is like an open wound.

Sometimes you think that you want to dissappear but all you really want is to be found.

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.

People settle for a level of despair they can tolerate and call it happiness.

If your presence is just the same as your absence, leave.

What cannot be forgotten,
reappears in dreams.

I'm almost never serious, and I'm always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I'm like a collection of paradoxes.

You are the love that knows no end,
and I am the longing that knows no bounds.

The best people are the ones you never meet.

She is a chaos, a bit of poetry, and an art you would fall in love with.

But the heart sometimes blindly seeks suffering.

My regret is that in all books of my poetry, I do not have a verse as beautiful as your eyes.

Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.

Where words fail, music speaks.