And if autumn trees have the courage to let go of their leaves, perhaps, I too, can let go of what used to be.

And how odd it is to be haunted by someone that is still alive.

Lost at sea, waves always find their way to the shore. Perhaps I will too.

If you come back, you’ll still find me listening to your favorite song.

When death finds you,
let it find you alive.

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden. I will meet you there.

I carry grief as if it’s
all what I’m made up for.

Promise me
When it's your turn to be the hammer, hit hard. Because when you were the nail, no one had mercy on you.

He who sees too much,
end up not fitting in anywhere.

Some stay, most leave.
That’s life.

All roads lead to Rome.

A man at war with himself will lose no matter who wins.

Hope.
A quiet madness we all hold, it keeps us alive, even while it breaks us.

Show me the hearts unfettered by foolish dreams, and I’ll show you a happy man.

Just because you love the ocean doesn’t mean you have to drown in it.

I and me are always too deep in conversation.

Stop trying to rebuild the buildings that you didn’t even break.

How prideful you must be to think your sins are greater than His mercy.

How suicidal happiness can be.

Sometimes, I find myself crushing under the weight of your absence.