We hide our demons so good, that the angels we show, bare the shame on their faces.

I wonder, with all the flowers in the garden, how many of them ever think of hanging themselves with the garden hose, if ever they can.

Me being an ant, at her mountain, I would have tried my best for my voice to reach her peak. But our timing was off, and she hid her pain as stars in clouds. If I had the chance, I would have saved her from all the truths and lies.

Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

The healing process can only truly begin when we are willing to remember.

There are a world of answers, outside the loop.