A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

Coalesce

You and I became one, where my body ended, yours always began.

Sophrosyne

The recognition that you never loved me sets me free.

Sisu

Belonging so fully to yourself that you're willing to stand alone is a wilderness -- an untamed, unpredictable place of solitude and searching. It is a place as dangerous as it is breathtaking, a place as sought after as it is feared. The wilderness can often feel unholy because we can't control it, or what people think about our choice of whether to venture into that vastness or not. But it turns out to be the place of true belonging, and it's the bravest and most sacred place you will ever stand.

Nukkumaan käydessä ajattelen

Nukkumaan käydessä ajattelen: Huomenna minä lämmitän saunan, pidän itseäni hyvänä, kävelytän, uitan, pesen, kutsun itseni iltateelle, puhuttelen ystävällisesti ja ihaillen, kehun: Sinä pieni urhea nainen, minä luotan sinuun. 

SYZYGY

If I was to write about you, relentlessly, the letters would form a poem upon serendipity - we.

Gamma-ray bursts

To fall in love with you was such an achingly beautiful transcending experience.

Setsunai

In the ocean of me, memories overflow, into a salty river carrying you within.

Society

“When you brainwashed me with formulas of how I should be Shaped me and raped me of my individuality Schooled me and fooled me Told me what I could and could not see Took me and shook me of my urges to be free”

Hunger

Just go and try. Stop weighing on success or failure. Learn to experience moments, let it transforms you and your perceptions. Love what comes into your life, there's no bad or good. Everything has its values if you are aware of it.

Quantum

How much of yourself do you accept willingly and how much do you shun from?

― Andressa Moro 

Ruse

The memoir of you is elapsing as vine twigs mooring in the heart.

Hiraeth

Through the window pane, leisurely the drizzle trickles. In haze blurred frames, eyewitness the existence.

The wheel rotates, in its vicious cycle as life progresses.

The petrichor is scattering At the woods, drawing curves Are the tall pines caressing the clouds close to its leaves

A myriad keepsake Resembles sourness gashing the core diffusing the sadness.

Velvet

With words slipping your tongue, defy me. From south to north, wander me. Drawing love lines with your fingertips, sense me.