The sad truth is,we are all grown ups and most of us arematured.However, not all of us are old enough toaccept that loving someone doesn’tguarantee you that they will love you inreturn.
Giving up doesn’t make you a quiter, a loser or a failure.It makes you wise enough to stop holding on to what refuses to be held.Hence i say, letting go hurts,but holding on to what is no longer therehurts even more.
I love silent conversations accompanied by a soft caress on my skin and my head on your chest listening to your heart desires.
I could die a million times if my death would be the reason our love would live forever.
I am not perfect,my roots are not watered with perfection.
No sane person resists the smell of the soil when sprinkled with water,Especially the smell of the intercourse between earth and rain.
Like rain drops dripping on the floor like a thousand drumists beating those drums repeatedly,My blood runs through my veins ninety nine point nine metres per second when i think of you.
Sometimes when a person does things to deliberately hurt you,All you need to do is shift atleast six steps back to observe the situation.If it is worth enduring, move two steps forward.If not, turn around and bless them with your back.
There comes a time in your life where youhave to live without the wo/man of yourdreams and have to live with the one in your reality.That is called maturity
My child has to be an artist,because conceiving her will be the best artmy body has ever accommodated.
Fighting a losing battle is as good as tucking in stones in your pockets, jumping in a dam and hoping to float.