“Who knew the shortest nights would stay with us the longest? – solstice.”

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

It is about learning to move with your grief, and dance.

And if it ends today, know that it was without a doubt, always you.

I am the weakest when I’m close to you. I am the strongest when you are close to me.

And if today isn’t for us, I’d settle for a someday with you.

Let your heart wander. See where it goes when it knows no one is looking.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

The lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.

Night moon shines down on us reflecting our kindred souls colliding.

He never deserved her and the empty pillow where her head used to rest tells him that every night.

Even the stars wish for you but the night is ours and you’re mine.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

The way he holds the night sky in his eyes is the reason* why I love stars so much. -Astrophile in Love.

That night I fought and I fought but your hold was stronger yet I knew even your hands could not hurt me more than your love has.

The stars shone brightly that night. But the brightest ones seemed to have found their way into your eyes.