Love is

the sudden realization that

death

will tear you

and her

apart.

If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
Edgar Allan Poe  (via fruitygal)

(Source: letteratura-litterature)

i need to regain my passion.
Words.

This story is untold, 

the story no one knows.

like words around the world

familiar with another, separated.

By the stories they are a part of, alone.

each one composed of letters,

caught in a sentence

lost in speech

Diaries of Someone

And so you see

Reality

is no more, clear.