We survive on consolations of the time.
This consolation thickens as time melts…

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Hope’s Secret:
It doesn't know the destination
it knows only that all roads begin
with one foot in front of the other.

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Hope is a strange window.
It makes us believe in things as a thin,
uncanny force of absence,
drawing the house of sand firmly to stay.

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People exist for their kindness;
accomplishment is residual.

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Grief is a way of knowing what
it must feel to be loved.

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"Sex" is the game were everyone Wins something, no one goes out a Loser.

"Love" is the game were nobody Wins without Losing something.

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And after a while, the feeling of Love
transforms into silences.

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Leave some love when you
leave someone.

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Happiness is amazing.
It’s so amazing.
It doesn’t matter if it’s
yours or not.

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Solitude is fine but you need
someone to tell Solitude is fine.

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