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The only memories are the moments you are near me… the rest are a monotonous effort to distract myself knowing you are not around.

I will always hide my despair and fight the demons alone. However, in my moments of success and jubilation it’s your small hands I like to hold the most.

Only if you knew how it hurts to look away every time we cross paths. I don’t care about small talk anymore. It’s all or none. Tried to take a closer look at the heart tonight and all I could see were tourniquets. And again, I looked away; continued my journey through the dark, towards nothingness.

The secret to happiness is to spot the sources of joy in life – people who care for you, creative satisfaction and appreciation for the beauty and diversity of life itself. Soon you will realise that the best things in life outnumber the unpleasant anomalies.

It’s not about who you are or where you are from, it’s about who you finally become.

It’s impossible to guess my limits. I’ve purged and re-programmed a new me so many times.

And once again I hear your voice close and clear… instantly disrupting the train of thought in my mind, reaching the depths of my heart I was convinced I had locked for good. One glance and I turned away, as if I haven’t noticed you. I can’t lie to myself, I did notice the soothing light-coloured fabric you wore, one that I don’t remember to have seen on you before. I try to cover the breadcrumbs of your fragmented memories inside me in vain, only to discover something new about you in every chance encounter – shards of persistent memories slowly draining me from the inside.

Anger sells. Animals sell.

Start a war to win, not to fight.

Foxes don’t respect the lion. They fear it. They get a piece of meat, they hide and eat it among themselves in the shadows. And the lion doesn’t bother about the foxes. It stays aloof, hunts alone. The lion knows it will always remain a villain in the stories of the weaklings.