Beautiful Dreamer

You can be lonely with even a bunch of loving people around you, for it’s not always about how many people surround you but about having someone who you can share all the things that you hide within yourself and they understand you.
The thing is we will always be a little lonely until we find that .

I’m still kind of a mess. But I think we all are. No one’s got it all together. I don’t think you ever do get it totally together. Probably if you did manage to do it you’d spontaneously combust.

one day,
i’ll write for someone–
who writes about me;
someone who will tell me,
‘you can tell everybody,
that this is your poem.’

Each one of us is a hero of our own battle.

I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It’s the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.