Some Days I'm The Ocean. Some Days I'm The Ship. Tonight I'm The Lighthouse: At The Edge, Alone, And

- Jeffrey Fry

[Text ID : When I'm with you, my heart soars; when away, it crawls.]

“How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”

Dr. Seuss

I walk and walk with cold hands. Back at the house it is filled with longing, nothing to carry longing away. I look back over my life. I try to find analogies. There are none. I have longed for people before, I have loved people before. Not like this. It was not this.

- Anne Carson

The smoke of despair spares no one. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, no matter how fast you try to run away from it. It seeps in through the smallest of cracks and crevices and shrouds you, blinds you. So much so that you can't see yourself. Can't feel yourself.

Sooner or later, it will dissipate.

But the remnants of the smoke which have infiltrated you will stay behind. It'll stay behind for a long time, and keep on reminding you of how debilitating it feels. But who knows? It might even stay forever.

Because sometimes God sends a dove...

Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me

"The after effect of the hug felt like drowning into a pool of whiskey. I had never drunk from a glass or a bottle but always from Nayela's intoxicating eyes, her splendid figure, from the luster of her flowing hair."

Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

I know

He is the only one

For I feel surrounded

By a thousand golden fairies

In the dark

He is the only one

For he touched my soul

With his words

Before my body with fingers

For he kissed my heart

Before planting a kiss on my lips

-Jyoti Patel, The Curved Rainbow

its weird because usually when something sad happens i listen to one direction, still, after over 10 years. it's light, it's nostalgic, it's mindless and i know it better than the back of my hand

but now it doesn't feel like the comforting blanket that it usually is. now it feels hard and painful and i'm not sure what to do with that

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."