It was those eyes of hers, when I looked into them, they spoke to me, they showed me history and hope; the kindness that only pain knows how to nurture, and joy, those eyes were unforgiving in their determination, and without knowing when or how, I was hopelessly, endlessly, in love.

Do you believe, as I do, that our souls spoke, long before our lips ever got a chance to?

It was never my character to be strong; Bravery was always an honest mistake. If I am remembered, I hope for it to be as a gentle wanderer.

Those eyes show me glimpses of a beautiful soul. She feels so familiar, so intimate, I've waited an eternity to discover that mine was incomplete; without hers, completely lost in that gaze, so lost without the drowning stare of those ocean eyes, I've found purpose in sinking, in falling.

I've learnt of deceit, betrayed by my own smile, that ceases to hide, as her name resonates through the empty confines where rationality once resided, in the presence of eyes so deep; the oceans seem shallow, and lips red like summer evening strawberries before a sunset. My body conveys a message, my brain has no time to articulate the same, my heart won this race, pacing.

Looks and possessions do not interest me, you've been indulging on the empty compliments you so often receive; being pretty, hot or sexy does not make you beautiful, show me your dreams and goals, and the effort to attain them, for that defines your character, it comes from your soul, the place where true beauty resides.

You seek depth, but you refuse to accept complications; it's like needing to breathe, without there being air.

The rain can be rather soothing at times, maybe cause it seems to be the only thing that synchronizes well with my soul.

It's natural to want to walk the path of least effort, but the path of least effort bears bitter fruits.

Don't ever let anyone tell you what you can or can't do, it is incomprehensible for one human being to imagine another completing a task that they deem impossible or themselves are incapable of; besides, it's far more satisfactory knowing you tried and failed than to regret never attempting at all.