The paths that we take.
The people that we love.
Where we want to go.
Where they, who we love, want to go.
Never the same.
The people that we meet on the way.
Shooting stars, streaking through the sky.
Fleeting obsessions.
Where we think we'll be tomorrow.
The people we think we'll end up with, there, tomorrow.
Beauty is the saddest thing ever created by him or her who created it.
A curse, for those who behold it. It breeds desire.
It conceives corruption.
I cannot have enough of it.
If only we could share paths. And walk together.
Those that I have loved and I.
Stars, shooting through the sky.
A great shower of lights. Perhaps, in our final hurrah.
Love is a rationalization of our greatest fears and insecurities.
Akin to a fear of the dark.
Happiness exists. I have seen it.
Have known it.
Love, is at once happiness and devastation.
Yet I realise true love exists.
The most overwhelming things in this world are the stories each one of us has to tell.
Love, is at once happiness and devastation.
Yet I realise true love exists.
The most overwhelming things in this world are the stories each one of us has to tell.
The paths we walk.
Her path.
The sky, waiting for stars to shoot through.
The places we want to go.
Friends, Lovers, Countrymen, Lend me your hearts.
