love, is an unnatural attachment to another living thing. it's the root cause of most personal problems people have.

I saw myself dancing alone, always alone.

Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.

It is so appropriate to color hope yellow, like the sun we seldom saw. And as I begin to copy from the old memorandum journals that I kept for so long, a title comes as if inspired. 'Open the Window and Stand in the Sunshine.' Yet, I hesitate to name our story that. For I think of us more as flowers in the attic.

People never really died. They only went on to a better place, to wait a while for their loved ones to join them. And then once more they went back to the world, in the same way they had arrived the first time around.

Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience

My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again.