When are you going to stop searching with your wandering eyes onto the world and look inside and realize that home is in your heart?

I WILL KEEP BURNING MY BRIDGES DOWN IF IT KEEPS YOU ALIVE.💔

Finally, in a low whisper, he said, “ I think I might be a terrible person." For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.

"...............................ችዬ የማላያቸው ነገሮች አሉ.................."

Marie,my girl,the love of my life.

....About how drugs were destroying my ability to love you and your ability to love me.

Sometimes one has to put aside the idea of the tenderness and sensitivity of his feelings, and remember that he is strong, and that these days, with their weight, their injustice, their misery, will pass now, or tomorrow, or after twenty years, and to believe that this life will give him something one day, something that may not last even for one day. But it will give and this pain will end, even for a few hours. When they ask you about the true war of the soul, tell them that the truest battle is your ability to make this heart pure, fit for human life after all those surprises, pitfalls, failures and defeats, the real battle is your war with your heart so that it remains white despite all those battles, the human features in you never change.

Those who remain silent rise a little from the ground, their feet and bodies no longer clinging to it. Those who remain silent withdraw from the crowd of the earth to celebrate themselves. It is as if the celebration of one's self can only take place in isolation. As if celebrating life is nothing but silence.