You once told me that love is going ten thousand miles just to see them for a few minutes, leaving just to go back again. You went those thousands of miles. But instead to come back to tell me about it.

But my experience with love is going ten thousand miles an hour and being slammed onto a brick wall.

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.