I'm made of excerpts I personally extracted from the books I read, of songs' lyrics, of blankets and of cups of coffee.
My mind is either a gray cloud or a current of air violently whirling in a spiral.
Every night, my soul howls for the moon; my hands bleed words about tragedy and doom.
These dark brown orbs loathe mirrors but would always tear up at the sight of the sea, maple trees in autumn, of beautiful people.
And my heart only yearns for one thing. . .
To feel things in colour.
-H.Asteid
"Trust me on this. After a millisecond in the middle of the highway or free falling in midair or after kicking the chair or when your lungs are already filled with water, only then will you realize that death isn't what you wanted, that you just want to be genuinely happy again. But it would be too late. It would all be too late."
-H.Asteid
" She's like a closed book hiding on the farthest part of a shelf, tightly hugging herself , Afraid that someone might ruin her pages again."
- H.Asteid, Ruined Pages
" I would've loved you forever if you had only let me."
-H.Asteid
"Why would you want to be with someone who only love you sometimes?"
-H.Asteid
" This may sound crazy to you but...If she were a cliff, I won't even hesitate to take the leap."
- H.Asteid
We will survive!
Oh you better watch us thrive
Yes, you did drown our dreams
But we can dive, we can swim
We'll dragged them back up on the surface
With our famous brand of determination and resilience
We'll pick up all the shattered pieces
You see , the harder the wind blows,
the tighter we hold on
The harder you try to pulverize our hopes,
the more you give us nothing but a choice to be strong
- H.Asteid
“You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.”
— Stephen King