"Why can't we breathe now, In this moment we have breath?"

"You are afraid to let anyone in, but you still leave the door open, hoping someone good will shut the door behind him and throw away the keys."

"How love takes your blanket, how life freezes you to death."

"Reading a stranger's words and finding yourself in them."

"I was made of sadness, still you called me poetry."

"We write to go on living, after we have died."

"There is still peace left in the world,and only those with beauty in their soul,care enough to be it."

"How many times have your true colours faded just because the world was colour blind."