I'm the problem, it's me.

When someone is going through a storm, your silent presence is more powerful than a million, empty words.

I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that's the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

Isolate as much as you want to become stronger, even if you see that loneliness is an unbearable hell, it is much better than multiple masks of humans.

Yesterday, we were missing freedom. Today, we miss love. I'm afraid of tomorrow, for we will miss humanity.

Perhaps loneliness is the real proof that we belong to something greater than ourselves, the way absence is proof of what was once a presence.

Everyone tells you what to do and what's good for you. They don't want you to find your own answers. They want you to believe theirs.

To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities.

I'm actually not tired, just numb and heavy, and can't find the right words. All I can say is : Stay with me, don't leave me

The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

A flower wouldn't comfort my soul when my grave was rained upon the entire night.

When you want to leave, leave. But don't ever come back, be faithful to leaving, maybe we'll also be faithful to forgetting you.

We were never supposed to be in love; for everything that exists inside a heart eventually dies.

I am not well; I could have built the pyramids with the efforts it takes me to cling onto life and reason.

When each day is the same as the next, it's because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.

My soul has always been here, waiting silently for that fleeting touch, knowing home resides within our timeless desires.

You will learn at your own expense that in the long journey of life you will encounter many masks but a few faces.