Catch a wave and take in the sweetness
Think about it, the darkness, the deepness
All the things that make me who I am

”عندما يكون الواقع بهذا الإنحدار، فإن أسوأ ما يمكن أن يحدثُ لك هو أن تتأقلم.“

“She is my idea of an angel.”

It is August: the true ending of a year. I've grown sick from trying to love who I am.

Maybe forever was a word meant for memories, not people.

“I can bear any pain, I can bear it until death, but I cannot bear your suffering.”

I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

The questions we ask ourselves,
The things we don't talk about out loud.