The subtle difference between,
Myself still loving you...

Maybe once...
If Love could stand...

The artwork of extreme sadness,
Isn't about the overcoming of despair...

Through time,
My heart became a prison...

Loneliness is...
Listening to the smallest sounds surrondering you...

“It’s not you…
It’s me...

How can it be?
That i'm counting these days...

Then one day,
The tears refused to fall from her eyes...

There’s a heart out there,
That can be heard...

"A rose by any other name, would smell just as...
-Shakespeare...

You may not know it...
But...

Isn't it funny...
That when we look for seashells...