Summer days at the equator of Mars get hot, but never too hot. It was like heaven, that weather. You were…
True love is boring. Happiness is boring, too. The flip side is that unstable and melancholic months (or years) might be some of the best of your life in terms of thrills and self-development.
I, the inconsequential vector of flesh.
The sentence pulled me into the future.
They give you déjà vu.
After you read this, you have no excuse for living a boring life.
This world of yours is ending. You have a few magical moments to say hello but this life is mostly about saying goodbye.
I want to tell you that every thought you have is radiant.
Here I’m again thinking about a future lover. Who will I love? What color will your eyes be? How will you…
You are a miracle that happened to someone else.