People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writer, who strangles words from dictionaries, and feeds on the decay of poetry.

When you do good things for people, you’ve created something to cherish and bank on the memory wall. But if there are no good deeds, later in life when you reflect on the past, the halls will be dreary and fruitless.

A house is never small or empty, when filled with love.

Hit the bottom and get back up; or hit the bottle and stay down.

Had it not been for empty, there would have been nothing to fill. Nothing to struggle with,  strive for or dream. Although fulfillment is our ending destiny, it's the getting there that builds character. That puts muscle in faith, and sweats out victory. Vigilance is the empty, that pushes all our nothings into something.

Her complexity is a glorious fire that consumes, while her simplicity goes unapproachable. But if one takes time to understand her, there is something beautiful to find, something simple to be loved. But she goes unloved, for being misunderstood.

After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one.

Go to God with your coal, and He will set them to blazing fire.

If I was your mirror, you would look for me more, than you do me.