“Quite literally she had time on hand, while staring at the lines in her skin. – Sketches of a maze.”

In a sea of kindness she finds herself sharing waters.

When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.

Its about finding that place where she can touch upon the flame without mentioning the fire. – Spark.

I left nothing but love – behind.

Lets have one last look at the stars tonight before they’ll go -into hiding.

These nights in armor only wear us – down.

For the souls who slightly push our universes towards a new perspective. – Gratitude.

How the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.

Our darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.

Like all great stories it started with a kiss and ended with a long and slow goodbye that went silent – in the end.

What ever I want from this day on, I have to let it go.

When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.

Our darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.

As long as we keep on reminding ourselves how far we have come. – We’ll be okay.

She knew exactly where she needed to be.

These stones In her pockets, the dime of her – compassion.