Little pieces of me scatter in the wind.
Some of your most favourite memories can be the most painful to remember.
The human soul is trapped between creation and wonder... despair and loss.
The evil you are looking for lives inside of you.
I am nothing but words, memory and knowledge. Apart from that what is there in me ?
There is a place called ‘the eternal now’ where time does not exist.
Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless road , with no beginning or end.
Sometimes everything dies and the only the only way you can move forward is to be reborn.