“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”

I think it’s time for me to put this doubt on the shelf
and keep it there for ever, right beside my former self.