Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.
Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.
I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.
I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.
I had always wanted to hear those words.I had always wanted to be your girl.
To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But o...
I don't fancy colors of the face, I'm always attracted to colors of the brain.
Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a m...
If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.
Some writers write to forget. Some forget to write.