It was him, her and "a piece of loudest silence which always spoke about their untold love story"

Success is the warmest place to hide in our lives.

Laugh it off whenever tears tries to conquer your eyes. Because life is a never ending chase and I know I won't find myself again...

Mostly, always the tragedy and silence have the exact same address in our lives...

Always don't regret for your mistakes. Remember, a flute is always distorted, flawed yet had a mild melody...

'She loves him' 'He loves her' But, I love her. So true... Because only an artist knows the real love story between the colors and canvas. And I'm the one, an artist...

As she left from him, his ink was bleeding on the scribbled paper with the words of her memories which always led to an abandoned love story...

Sometimes, there even exists silent screams, loudest silence, broken whispers and worthless virtues...