Did you know, sometimes deep devotion is merely adding a burden to another. —— Annie Baby, "Sleep in the Void"
Our lives are essentially walking on a bridge from one place to another, with no other destination. Yet many remain complacent, believing they can control the outcome.
I think some things can be forgotten, some can be remembered, some can be accepted willingly, and some remain beyond our control. I love you; this is my disaster.
There is always love in every person's heart. I believe it is not marriage, not a promise, nor a family; it is a breath, guiding people blindly, yet impossible to touch.
Maturity is the continuous act of discarding form to grasp the essence. —— Annie Baby, "Rose Island"
What we call aging is simply accepting fate—knowing that some circumstances cannot be escaped, some things can never be achieved, and some wishes will never be fulfilled. Sometimes I think a perfect life journey is not growing old, but ending without a trace—an unannounced departure. —— Annie Baby
A woman who appears proud can, in reality, humble herself to the very dust.
She thought he would take her all night of confessions and tears back to his distant north, and then gradually fade into time until complete oblivion. She had only felt his kisses, his listening, the intimacy, and the fleeting sense of strangeness.
Without tears, the heart is a parched lake. —— Annie Baby, "Farewell to Vivian"
How to force oneself to withdraw love and stop loving while still in love—this is the deepest agony.