The possibility of truth has become a delusion to those who made their own disguise the truth.
Write when you least feel like it,Because that’s when you write best.
Questions that will free you might have answers that will imprison you again.
Make sure you don’t carry the burden of the whole world on your shoulders, just in case someone needed them to cry.
If you observe the pace of my breaths, you won’t need to listen to my words.
Is it crazy to say that I sometimes don’t understand what I write but I write it anyway, because maybe someone, somewhere, somehow, would feel what I didn’t?
Don’t let yourself be amazed by the imagination of a writer and his words, writers are almost all the time in a love-hate relationship with words.
It’s ridiculous to think that taking out words will heal hearts,because a palm-sized box is just not enough for the anger of this world.
Silence is a great companion when words are devoid of meanings.
You have to have a plot too, you know? Because without it, your life is less of a story and more of an empty paper.
A deeper thought on the surface is exactly the paradox we need.
I’d rather be poor to my bones than be rich with your money, that is like a trigger, ready to be pulled in my face.
Mostly, we talk to impress. And sometimes we shut up to impress, too.
Please don’t question the insane glaresJust give me today,And tomorrow,Tomorrowwe will matter.
And the cobwebs of timewould surrender,dormant, so that the rainbowsof new eras can emergeDespite the hollownessof you.
Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of your being?
Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of our being?