Guardian

You have your whole life to be old but only a few years to be young.

You lost her. And now she lights up the night-time sky for her new lover cause he recognized her as the moon. And you envy him. She could’ve been your moon, but you were too busy chasing the dimly lit stars.

Das geht vorbei, doch was ist wenn nicht? Was ist wenn alles so bleibt wie es ist?

Not everybody is beautiful. I’m tired of hearing that. But everybody has the ability to be. You are as beautiful as the things you do, the words you say, and the intentions of your heart. You are as beautiful as you let yourself become.

I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.