Collect moments, the good ones, the ones that infuse life into your soul, the ones that you’d write down on a sticky note and stick to a calendar so you’d never forget..
If they left you, it is not your problem but if they took your happiness with them, then it is your problem.
He used the night sky’s ink to write about the things that only found salvation in the dark.
I took your absence to a journey in my prayers.
he had told her many stories, and he was one of them..
and in her smile was his revival..
“Every sunset has a fragment of her”;
and that was the only way he could have explained her beauty.
He kept it in him, that’s how his soul got eaten.
It’s truly sad to pray that you’d forget and get over the things that you wished, once, they’d stay forever.
A good long walk, and a little sunlight can wash away the troubles of the daily life!