" We're all in the race of chasing something beautiful. We're all in the thirst of finding beauty not knowing it shines beneath the core of our soul. We're all barmecides believing in eviternity. We're invidious to ourselves, gorgonizing ourselves. We're all forgetting to dulcorate. We're crying kelds of optimism. We're deracinating ourselves from treasure boxes made of love. We're all in the race of being splendiferous. We're all warlords of the nation we have inside of our brain, always at war, always at love. We're iridescenting the future as if it will stop at some point. We're eager, eager for eucatastrophes, even when we see a wildly present flowing in front of us. We're the ones that treat each other like deadwoods and we're also the ones that feel beautiful with each other. Love seems mellifluous and we are all polyhistors, spreading the fact that love is sempiternal. We elucidate love and call it beautiful and we also call it the most painful thing ever. We all exist in cerulean skies and divagate the world as if we have no aim. We'll soon drown in this maelstrom and become lacunas in the world. We're pestiferous of love and we survive in a hamartia. We suffer from phobophobia. But then it will be us, the zealots, the ones who'll feel life is still beautiful, no matter if the people you love, leave you. Learn to move on, or learn to fall for the right person. "

― Sophia Abid , I Wear a Wig