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

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.

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.

The intimate conversation adores her. – sincere.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

I’m interested in the gorgeous side of life, but also familiar with the dark side too.

In our darkest moments, when we sin or are disoriented, we always have an appointment with God.

Every time I close my eyes, it’s like a dark paradise.

Art is a leap into the dark.

If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness

If you could see the earth illuminated when you were in a place as dark as night, it would look to you more splendid than the moon.

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.