Some things scratch the surface while others strike at your soul.

may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird…returningto its favorite flower.

These dreams are disappearingSpeak and be misunderstood Or be silent and goodand as how far as it lookThese dreams are disappearing..Put hopes in a box and tieIt’s either protect it or dieMaintain the truth or...

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

your voice is a place i want to take shelter in, a place that makes me feel safe and soft.

I promised my heart it would never fall for society, but I find myself loving its stupidity.

His walk and stare. Was as poisonous as the air after a nuclear bomb.

Lynn said, “The blue of the sky is one of the most special colors in the world, because the color is deep but see-through both at the same time. What did I just say?””The sky...

I live there…where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleeit’s a place your eyes can wanderbut never seeWhere everyone accepts me,Without any pretenseIt’s a place your mind can picturebut never really comprehend.

.in biggest silence, you hear loudest voices..

You can’t go home again” ─ isn’t necessarily that places change but people do.

People have come, surpassed my soul and left.I have become hollow and the hollow space inside, hurts.

A few years after I gave some lectures for the freshmen at Caltech (which were published as the Feynman Lectures on Physics), I received a long letter from a feminist group. I was accused of...

Il troppo mi urta – è così insolito.Mi sentivo a disagio, spaesata -come una bacca di fratta montanatrapiantata sulla strada.E non avevo fame. Allora capiiche la fame è un istinto di chi guarda le vetrine...

All what is existing already existed. We are together for a while pondering in agile world.