Dov'è l'amore?

It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.

There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.

You’ve felt it, haven’t you? Those feelings that seem to get so big in your chest, like something is so beautiful it aches?

‘Forests have secrets,’ he said gently. ‘It’s practically what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.’

As I lay my head onto his chest under the glowing stars, I listened to his every heartbeat. With every pulse, my frozen heart thaws. In his warm embrace, I let my body melt into his. My mind drifts while my senses dull, I lose myself in this moment of bliss.

It doesn’t take a lot of strength to hang on. It takes a lot of strength to let go.

I have a fire in my fingers and I want to believe in this, in me, in you and the way your eyes burn when you look at me and remember why the world spins and atoms collide because of fate.

Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.