We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.
My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.
I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.
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.
I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.
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