Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.
Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.
She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.
I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the face of tomorrow.
To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.
We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.