Most people miss their whole lives, you know. Listen, life isn’t when you are standing on top of a mountain looking at a sunset. Life isn’t waiting at the altar or the moment your child is born or that time you were swimming in a deep water and a dolphin came up alongside you. These are fragments. Ten or twelve grains of sand spread throughout your entire existence. These are not life. Life is brushing your teeth or making a sandwich or watching the news or waiting for the bus. Or walking. Every day, thousands of tiny events happen and if you’re not watching, if you’re not careful, if you don’t capture them and make them count, your could miss it.

You could miss your whole life.


- Toni Jordan

Happiness, like all other emotions is a chemical reaction. You just have to know what makes your chemicals bounce.


I had set out to be good, hoping to become a story of honour and greatness.

But all I wanted was to be loved. To be happy.

My price has now been paid.

I will build on the broken shards of good and greatness.


The world embraces it’s insanity after dark.Collecting the pieces,dark and dirty,that had been abandoned on railroads and street corners amidst the day’s human chaos. 

In the silence,heavy with the breath of damaged hearts and the hollowed laguhter that occasionally pierced it.


"All beauties, like all possible phenomena, have something of the eternal and something of the ephemeral — of the absolute and the particular."


And our souls have conversed for the longest time, laughing together at our masquerades.


A warm cup of tea is all the company you need.


Let it pour. A little on my heart, a little on my soul.


Pick up the pieces, broken and beautiful. 
Lay them down in their disarray and burning colours.
See them as they are, a crumbled bundle of dreams and hearts, stubborn hope and lost love. 
Write upon them once again, your unspoken words and stolen moments.
Pull out your regrets from behind closed doors and dusty corners.
Fill them up in china cups, drink them down with your morning tea. 
Wipe away the haze of neglect on your mirrors, the ones you always know but never see. 
Look into the eyes that stare back at you, clouded by dust, encompassing worlds. 
See the signs of age,the wrinkles that hold your grace.
Because today,you begin again.
Pick up the pieces at 57.
Lay them down and stitch them up.
With dreams and hearts, hope and love.


I look into your eyes only to see decades of anger, sadness and glittering shards of a crippled heart.The jagged edges of which tear at the dreams I keep behind a silent soul.


"How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d"

- Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard