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.

When mask born of distrust unveiled, spawns distrust anew.

"I hate when people stare at me because I feel they want to obtain something from me that I cannot give."

I am made of pages
paragraphs and inspirations

'I cannot define normal, nor can i define what is strange. That is opionated."

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.

When you call someone a liar, and they are not, that makes you the liar, and you are only hurting yourself.

Guilt fades. Regret devours.

Good morning; A worthless saying to an insomniac.