He was born into money,
raised with money,
and speak fluent sarcasm.

He probably wasn't aware,
one day when he leaves the world
he would leave empty.

I might not be great in this art,
but that's not the reason why I write.

I write to know me, to learn me
to be me, to express myself, and
to share my soul.

Delicate raindrops
On dry golden fallen leaf
Shines like a diamond

The day you pretend to live
is the day you buried your true self.

Without falling,
I would not have climbed the mountains.

Without falling,
I would not have seen the peaks.

Without falling,
I would not have experienced the breathtaking views.

Without falling,
I would not have risen, my dear.