moon

How do I tell you about my sorrows, when my voice can't reach you?

In the urge to survive as the most beautiful flower, I lost the essence of living.

If my eyes can't see you, my heart will.

Even if you're not here with me, the moon is .🌙

How do I tell you that I miss you .

I wish he could read my eyes, for he then knew how immensely I'm lost in love with him.

I want ' holding hands in the grave ' kind of love.

How lucky am i to have known you , the way I did !

I want a "holding hands in the grave" kind of love.

Life is beautiful. Don't make it hard . Let things go, be open for new things. Be kind, forgive more. Ignore things that's consuming you too much. Bloom everyday with an ability to see the world. In short , just look around with beauty in your eyes, it'll appear as the greatest blessing to you.

My heart is nothing more than a graveyard of unsaid words🌙

Carrying emptiness is heavier than anything else....

As much as we want to be heard, there are people waiting to listen to our stories 🤍

He is all the smiles I get while thinking of him .

Sometimes intimacy means just having deep conversations .

Even if it hurts, it's true.