Fill the world with noise, leave no room for silence! They thrive in the silence; the unwelcome memories and unwanted thoughts. Drive them away with empty sounds!
Mountain mist turns the known into a magic world, hidden and unexplored. Even the well trodden path is mystical – leading to unknown adventures.
Time heals all wounds they say. But time is only distance, and distance does not heal – it just obscures. Time hides wounds, it does not treat them.
If I could find the place, I would gather the fallen stars and keep them in a jar – to brighten up my days when they are dark
Tired to the core of my soul; too tired to cry, too tired to feel, numb and drained of emotions, trying remember how to keep the appearance of sensation – being human.
Why are you closing doors and shutting windows on your way through life? What will you do when the future becomes the present and does not live up to itself anymore? When you close the door to the past you cannot look back.
We are only as strong as our weakest point