We are in a world where people buy things not so they can enjoy, but so they can take photos of and let others enjoy.
Meet sunsets, each sunset speaks, each sunset heals part of your wounds..
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.