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 dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.

Love is a broken vase whose shape everyone remembers differently.

We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.

I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.

We become extraordinary when we realize how extraordinary our existence is.

Believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces.