When you’ve been given a curse of perspective you don’t stop to consider the gift of oversight that most humans have been bestowed with.

Whatever may happen, the memories of then will always remain, ever so sweetly with me, nothing to tarnish it. Not even the ugliness of reality.

Regret is the strongest anchor that latches on to the ground, and you carry it within you, it is a feeling quite unlike others for it is despair mingled with hope.

If you list down whatever you didn’t get to do, then whatever you did won’t feel like it mattered.

Truth is often found between the lines, not in them.

When the Earth basks in the Sun's brilliance, you'll find me there with my arms spread wide and my face with a smile.