And if hope has no ears,
why did it hear the whispers of my heart?
If it does not have eyes,
why did it see its desires?
If it doesn’t know how to feel,
why did it feel the need to change?
To change the world that grinds down the poor and the marginalized. And if hope has no voice,
why did it urge the call for action?

"... and we were like parallel lines. We were not destined for each other and will never be."

"It depends on what type of geometry you're referring to. In hyperbolic geometry, parallel lines meet at an ideal point - a point at infinity. I don't mind living in hyperbolic space. Would you?"

why do most writers and poets write about pain? yes, why do i write about you?

you left me with the fork. what's the use of this when all that we had was a soup?

can i tell you something? i don't think about you anymore.

can i be honest? i lied.

I love you because you demand your dreams into existence. I love you because you love the skies in peach, light orange and a shade of purple. I love you because you always made me think of the starry night when I'm with you.