in the same way, someone drowning remembers the air."

I am not the result of the past
I am not the result of the abuse
But
I am the result of the future
And I am the result of who I pretend to be.

in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Even if they have wings,
birds can never fly without the sky.

She was a giver.
Always poured, too much love.
        
                              Never realized
                                     watering a rock
                                              doesn't make it soft.

'It is the last day you have on Earth,
    the person you became will meet
       the person you could have become.'

"a curse where we remember the pain far longer than the love."