A melody unheard…

And in our imagination, we come alive; our mind reaches places we’d never dare to think of otherwise.

The lost island…

Sometimes we move not to get away; but simply to draw closer to ourselves.

Whispers on the wind…

With the touch of wind, I let go; of all the ties that hold me down, and all the ropes that won’t let me move. Shedding my old skin, I crawl out of my shell. The world will see my light; I’ll make it burn brighter than the sun.

Lilac tales…

Dreams are the thin barrier between reality and fiction that keep our hope alive.

Still in the moment…

“And what am I to you?”

“A promise. Of a lifetime.”

Twilight dreams…

And still, to be patient with yourself is the most important thing. Patient enough to not feel like you’re lost when your heart is busy finding the way.

Dusty roads…

Each wave comes like a thief, taking away your memories; one by one, and slowly. It’s not in my control; but still, I wonder. What will I be left with if everything’s gone?

Ropes that cut…

A little hope that lingers

You crush it every single time

All I wonder

Is how long these dreams will keep on breathing

You drag me to death

While keeping me alive

Shatter all my pieces

And say that I’m your life.

You break me more than you mend me

Still I keep on moving.

I don’t know where I’m going

When you’re not even ready to be my destination.

The moon and you…

“Just this time?”

He looked at me then, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“No. Not just this time. Every time. There’s so many more lives we haven‘t even lived yet. And I’ll look for you in each one,” he said softly.

In the blink of an eye…

And sometimes it’s also not like the world moves too fast. It’s just that by the time we realise which things to hold on to, it’s already too late.