Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.
The sun never has an inferiority complex. It shines the same whether above or below.
Even when she’s dethroned by hardship, she still wears the sun as a crown.
The sun still lives his silent vows to the moon, by bowing to kiss her feet whenever she walks in the room.
Some days punch us in the gut so hard it seems we can feel the whole universe gasp with despair.
Some situations are just like bad dreams, they’re only unbearable while we’re giving them our full attention.
When she smiles, the lines in her face become epic narratives that trace the stories of generations that no book can replace.
You see yourself as a shipwreck, but we see your treasure glowing inside, beneath the oceans in your eyes.
The universe has her hands busy in my mind, knitting words together to blanket your wailing heart with something intricately designed.
Just because you take breaks doesn’t mean you’re broken.
She’s like a tulip that’s still gorgeous even though she just can’t open up.