Love is a broken vase whose shape everyone remembers differently.
I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.
We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.
Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day, and there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans
I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.
This universe is a fan of you. Watch the flowers in the morning, how they open towards the same sun that spends it's whole day following you.