“Like fireflies in the night, she has her way of dealing with the dark. -Illumination.”

Even her smallest steps are a part of something – tremendous.

Lets walk along side the rain and try not to look for shelter this time.

What if we are all here to complement one another. – Kind.

Wishing, if only she’d care – less.

She pushes buttons to her own securities. – a fair tale.

Come nightfall, wrap your arms around the tenderness – of her skin.

To be honest it became quite dark and cold – without her.

Somehow she never got used to not having any – reservations.

I feel you are still with me, walking beside me on every avenue.

To me it’s the sadness of ‘almost’ and it’s the sadness that’s almost present. – lantern.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

The art of missing you, crafted to perfection. – artisan.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Is there still time? or will we remain past tense.

Lovers. They only come close as she lets them.

Carry these pages. Till one day they compliment the tale. – the chapter.

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

I remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time.  Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”

How abstract we humans sound, when we say these are dark times. As though it isn’t in our hands that paint our times.

The darkness feels like home. And the truth is, I’m tired.  I can’t pretend like there’s light anymore.

Never will He hold your hand more tightly than when He is leading you through the dark.

Even in darkness, your light burns with the cosmic energy of a thousand falling stars.

Consumed by darkness but drenched in warm morning sun. Life’s oxymoron.

We all walk in the dark and each of us must learn to turn on his or her own light so we can see the bright side of everything.