When somebody destroys your muse, the love of your life, the reason you write, words cease to flow the way they used to.

Madness is more than okay in creativity, especially if it makes your heart happy!

We often underestimate the power of words. They're probably the only tools that can bring life, heal or kill.

Can we all just be butterflies, the masters of our will, strangers to push and pull,

occasionally painting rainbows

on the fly?

Every time you wonder what's gone wrong, know that all that that fell apart, will inadvertently come back around. Because that’s how the universe works, weirdly odd, yet oddly sound. A little bit like magic, a lot like you. Full of fireworks, yet blissfully mundane, this sphere of wonder in the blue.

There's nothing like the comfort of knowing somebody you love wholly. Fully. When you can predict and understand their every breath. When you can always be in sync to who they are.

Why is forever sometimes not enough - Especially when you need moments to last an eternity?

Home is not just about the colour of the walls or the people you live with. It is about how the place makes you feel on the inside - warm and loved and safe.

Cherish what you have - because sometimes, it will be more than most people will ever want.

Every conversation has a taste that stays back with us, long after we've stopped talking. I hope when you and I meet, I leave you with a canvas that prods you to bring to life all your dreams.