Dust of old souls

And when the moon appear, I hope you look at it. So my eyes can meet yours.

Her arrival was a new beginning in my life and her departure was the death of my existence.

He was pointing at the moon but was looking at his hands.

There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.

Days will pass and you'll things you were addicted to and leave someone and cancel a dream and finally accept a reality.

The one who loves the moon still loves it even when it isn't there in the sky. I wish to be that moon for someone. 🌙

You change like the moon, but i love you in all your phases.

Suddenly you're ripped into being Alive, and life is pain and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you're alive Nd it's spectacular.

He understands why people hold hands : he'd always thought it was about possessiveness, saying this is mine. But its about maintaining contact. It is mine speaking without words it is about i want you with me and don't go.

He understands why people hold hands : he'd always thought it was about possessiveness, saying this is mine. But its about maintaining contact. It is mine speaking without words it is about i want you with me and don't go.

And he looked at her the way she’d looked at the moon; with a longing he had yet to understand.

And now we stopped talking, i hope you still take pictures of the moon for us.

I remember people's auras almost Better than their faces.

I'am afraid that if i open myself, i will not stop pouring. Why do i fear becoming a river? What mountain gave me such shame.

People look outside the window not to see what's happening out side but to forget what's happening inside.....