a cool thing about galaxies and space and the universe is that no matter how dead the stars are,
it still looks beautiful

always appreciate the small things that have happened in your life
because one day when everything’s great you’re going to look back and see that those times were just pieces of the puzzle; the path guiding you out of the labyrinth

i ache for the trees.
i ache for their gentle whispering of secrets and the endless conversations like the ones i had with the trees and their spirits when i was a young child.

i ache for the soft mumble of a lover— the half-conscious, unfiltered, 3 a.m. confessions that are often either disregarded or forgotten after awaking the next day.

acceptance of the past:
i am so happy i can finally say, yes, her and i were something really, really wonderful at one point, but never again.

welcoming the future:
i will never fall in love with someone as i did with you, but i am making room in my heart to maybe find something similar.

love:
the spark, the flame, the rain, the burn-out, the wood that is too soaked to be rekindled, the sun that dries it out again,
the flame ignited by a different spark