All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we were busy? Or are we already too busy forgetting?

Live creatively. Create life. These are two ways to make a better world.

All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we were busy? Or are we already too busy forgetting?

My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.

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.

I walked around Soho's street for over an hour, running into familiar faces but never once stopping to chat. It was then that I felt something discomforting and comforting all at once. I didn't want to be here, in this city, anymore.

It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.