Always be the bigger person.
Not to rise
in their eyes
but to thrive
in your Own.

A.S.

I don't love reading because it gives me an eternal pleasure. I love reading because it is a moment of discussion of my mind with my soul.

A.S.

Meet me where the Daisies bloom
where it often showers too.
Meet me at the crack of dawn
It will be only me and you.

Meet me where the sun-rays fall
and paint my hair auburn-red.
We'll walk around the mossy knolls
and run upon the grassy bed.

Meet me where the trees and leaves
are still dripping with the morning dew.
Meet me at the quiet end, all alone, with a placid view.

All I need is a simple gesture
or even a solemn promise from you.
Promise me you will come for me
Then I will think about it too.

A.S.

Did it ever happen to you? That you have been looking at something for a very long time. No, not continously. Repeatedly. Everyday. It can be any ordinary thing. Like a flimsy plant or a wan, crunchy, yellow - leaved tree, in front of your house, on the other side of the road. And it remains the same. The same it remains. Always. The whole time. Like an old, oil portrait. But then, suddenly, one fine day, it catches your eye, because it's not the same anymore. It has changed. Completely different. Nothing like before. Like a fully grown tree or a mossy rock. And you are forced to think out loud - " When did that happen?  I was here. The whole time. Then, how? " but then, it dawns upon you, that maybe you weren't, and  maybe, that's the fraction of the fraction of how profound and surprising the life can get. 

A.S.