These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.

What is nothing to you, can be love to me

Doesn't the world inside a black and white photograph seem more real? It's because the real world is losing its color

I disliked the unfamiliar happiness more than the familiar sadness

Rather than someone that i can't take my eyes off, I want to find someone that I can't take my heart off

I don’t want to be a person with full hands, resting from dreams, but a person full of dreams unable to rest his hands.

What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?