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’m afraid I’ll be a book that no one reads. Music that no one listens to anymore. I’m afraid I’ll be abandoned like a movie playing in an empty theater.

Don't expect anything ordinary from me, i'm weird, and i like myself as i am

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

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

The star shines for everyone in the world, but in reality, it itself is surrounded in darkness.

Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I won’t become still water.