“I wanna make growing old with you the last poem I ever have to write” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“Our bodies were printed as blank pages to be filled with the ink of our hearts” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“I'm merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing. And love is the just breaths taken in between” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“Why spend our time searching to feel reality, when it’s the times that don’t feel real that we remember forever?” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“I wanna make growing old with you the last poem I ever have to write” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“We are not from here, my dear. So: Let the flames take over our bodies, ‘cause I wanna merely burn with you. And we… — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“Life is like facing two mirrors at each other: There is no beginning, no end. Just the beauty within the reflected infinity” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“They say time heals all, But time is our only enemy; breathe deep and find strength to smile tonight, for the morning may never… — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
