There are two words that give wings to mortal men: humbleness and gratitude. Humbleness sanctifies one's soul but it is gratitude that puts a halo around one's heart.

I am an eight figure lying on the corners of the clouds.

I am made of pages
paragraphs and inspirations

Death may win the last fight, but remember you have beaten death so many times that it's only fair to let it have one victory over you.

The wounds of our past leave behind scars of the present, that only time can heal in the future.

... because then it's just perfect, and perfect doesn't exist, right? ...

Live in the moment, it's all you can really count on.

It's about the easiest thing to make something harder, but the hardest thing to make something simple ...

I may not be perfect, but I am for real.

Lost in the labyrinth of life ...