True.

DREAM

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

They're leaving.

They're leaving, leaving behind a strange sense of nostalgia, tears and smiles, frowns and silent stares.

"Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions."
- Pablo Picasso

“It is better to give love. Hatred is a low and degrading motion and is so poisonous that no man is strong enough to use it safely. The hatred we think we are directing against some person or thing or system has a devilish way of turning back upon us. When we seek revenge we administer slow poison to ourselves. When we administer affection it is astonishing what magical results we obtain.”