Among all those things I count to hate you are the only exception…

I have a love / hate relationship with things and places the same way I do with people. And I’m getting tired of this place, feeling as if each corner here is asking me to leave;Leave and never come back again …

So many reasons to hate and still I choose to love anyway...

Heaven has never been a place, heaven is just a feeling...

But maybe it was always about those small details you didn’t give a damn about; Your mother’s smile in the morning, your best friend’s silly piece of advice , your sister’s endless jokes and laughs, the Me time you choose to spend with your favorite books and music, or the deep conversation with that special one. Maybe this is life, this is happiness, and this is everything that ever really matters …

I still look for you in all the faces; No matter how seem to be the same,I still look for you in all the places You once were and even those ones you have never been,I still look for you in all the hearts,But no matter how many times I’ve tried No one is you And ain’t no other love will feel the same...

I spoke to you in a language that only you may understand, but I was so naïve to never realize that you cannot teach a person what he has never had an aim to learn...

Ironical the way your heart gives an endless middle fingers to all those right decisions that fills your mind …

She was sitting there in silence when I interrupted her glooming halo but she couldn’t feel my existence though.She didn’t cry, she didn’t scream, she didn’t even blame one single person for the shit they put her through.“I didn’t deserve this ...’ she said while chocking her trembling voice. And I stood there wondering how such few words could be full of so much darkness, disappointment, and brokenness that they ached me to the core...