So you plant your own garden and
decorate your own soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.

Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

I DON’T CARE, i love it.

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.

It’s never too late to be who you might have been.

We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?

Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.