I tried to convince myself the idea that I could live my life alone. But sometimes I just really need you.

Most people aren't stuck down like lightning, but rather rain, down down down all the time.

"This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you loved best, and in the other it whispers: move on"

Sometimes I wish people could trade memories. But I don't think anyone would want mine.

Ocean

One can understand the ocean, knowing that
Some live wave by wave, waiting for the ocean to swallow them up.
Some grow old in the ocean, so that the ocean will live in them.
Some build ships, and never know the life beneath until they sink
Some sink to the bottom, and sink beneath the sand
Some let the currents take them where they can.
But what I know, is that the ocean washes all certainties down.

Daydreaming turning into days

empty hearts make empty days.

I'm torn between what I need to make happen, and what needs for itself to happen.

Days are like years, when one is waiting.
And a life can quickly be spent.