Take Nothing but pictures. Leave Nothing but footprints.

I used to know alot of things by heart. I used to have a heart for alot of things. But sooner or later, you learn to pick your battles, as well as the memories that live in your heart.

Hold me tighter and whisper sweet lies,
Or my soul will escape from my eyes.

If you have wondered why I believe my soul will escape my eyes. It is because only the eyes are capable, among all five senses of percieving beauty. And the soul is a tangled mass and collection of that which is beautiful and pure.

Love, is a kind gaze. Love, is lowering your gaze. Love is the moments in between. And every other aspect of life; is just a detail, un important, un decisive, un lived.