Tall buildings have always intimidated me,but I somehow feel comforted, by an even taller tree.

I don't wish to argue,whether the glass ishalf empty or half full,as long as what it holds,is pure and delightful.

A stranger lies behind my eyes, I know not what he wants; sells me dreams, tells me tales, and with the truth, he then haunts.

A stranger lies behind my eyes, I know not what he wants; sells me dreams, tells me tales,then with the truth, he haunts.

The one who would understand me is equally shy to start a conversation.

I found no oceansin your eyes,no windy stormsor starry skies.Neither a pearlnor an emberI could see,just the perfectreflection of me.

I must confess, that myheart is like a frozen lake,only pretends to be firm, to shroud its tearful ache.So tread over this heart, as often as you like,but one of these days,if it feels your warmth strike;its cold, thin surfacewill abruptly break asunder,and then it won’t resist from pulling you deep under.

When striving througha pitch-black night,if you find yourselfmarooned and blue,lift your head highand take a sight,of the billion starsall rooting for you.

Art is the magical act of one bleeding heart healing another.

If you hate me for who I am, then hate, you should;but I hate it when I am being,misunderstood.