Dreams are our only geography—our native land.
While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.
Either you will be you or you will not be at all.
Based on the law of probability Everything is possible because The sheer existence of possibility Confirms the existence Of impossibility.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.