"Ivy Days reflects my earliest encounter with death and defines the first epoch of my identity I can clearly remember."

“The first time she talked to me, I was 3 and but a babe; And she, as old as time itself.”

"And between them, in the center of the photo is my father’s shadow poised to capture his two loves, unaware that he captured mine as well."

"What if she rose up again? She would; just if she could."

"But oh, this beauty of the afterlife I wander yet never get lost..."

"You have brought me flowers like evening brings you home."

“Be it a peaceful bliss, or an untimely mess. Be it a fatal sense, or a comeuppance. Death sure is inevitable.”

“How do I describe that searing pain Of having a part of my heart Ripped off the rest?”

"The barbarians of the class called him a fatass, Why? Simply cos he was a fatass!"

"death and beauty go hand in hand. anything or everything that is beautiful is either dead or is dying inside."

"She draws them in black ink, they turn to blue, red, pink and then they fade. She draws them again. Calls it art."

"for our souls create art together, and art never looks for dying age."

"You hack a dry cough, The figure plays his waiting game, Waiting to switch you off."

“A forest, in that sense, is like an empty casket-  Waiting to house your remains.”

"And it takes me a while, but I finally decide That the snow is still beautiful In a world without you."

lately, i haven't been myself the whole world screams of pain,  sorrow, lost hope and death– a new type of ghost haunts me. the first...

"And I miss the soul you poured in me, In the quiet of the world around us."