Hold on to the dreams even if they scar the top layers of your skin. Own the fucked up ghosts of horror.

Throughout the week. I move forward to embrace every part of us with him.

You were never born in the era of lanterns and midnight oil drying off. But you do know the half-truths of the heartache and sorrows.

Let your body know what it feels like to be wanted and loved.

Finding something that will someday belong to us.

You allow me to be one of the magnetic poles. Not the one that refrains from the other one but the one which attracts each other.

Don't crave for the person who will feel like 29th February. Wait for them. Don't chase them. Let nature absorb its existence right next to you.

I am red... But maybe I am more of a Scarlett.

Let's burn books that were birthed by the Phoenixes of our love.

Are you loveless? Or somehow loved enough to survive?