De'Ray Fowler

“Dear Lover...
you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.”
― Lori Jenessa Nelson

“I am taking this in, slowly,
Taking it into my body.
This grief. How slow
The body is to realize
You are never coming back.”
― Donna Masini Slowly

“When you care about things, it ends up wearing you out.”
― Sakisaka Io

“Love is a figment of our imagination; becoming whatever we wish it to be. We customized our feelings to control love, resembling a wind being tossed about whichever way it suits us. Love is a game for the fittest, if you are weak at heart it will destroy you, it will blemish your soul. Love is another religion with a massive following that needs faith to believe that its tangible. This phenomenal Love we hunger for has become our heaven and hell, that we've created for ourselves. Love is an expression we hope to be conceived in, however having no genuine desire to partake in its birthing process, for the reason being that we know the minute love gives birth to us; death would be the first to greet us with a kiss upon our trembling lips of hopes. In conclusion Love is a fickle little thing”
― Micheline Jean Louis