“All this time I have been masquerading as a soul complete.”

You broke my skin and seeped into my soul.

I fell in love with copies of an original I lost long ago.

If clouds did not move how could we see the sun?

I let go so long ago. I fear I have forgotten how to hold on.

I am still looking for a soft heart in the eyes of a someone. A wild and innocent soul. Always breathless to take in a new horizon. Someone who is waiting to drive into the night and wants me to join them.

In this wilderness, Mankind is the animal I fear.

I know how our fingers would interlace. Like this and that. Delicate yet determined. As porcelain scales in serene movements. Iridescent in ways our thoughts could not convey. How beautifully we are made in the ways we trace out along soft skins the words that linger within us.

Eternity is vague. Let me fill in the blanks with you.

Under the shadow of your skin, I find ancient secrets. They are now the truths I crave.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

People who say “It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” never felt a broken heart.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

All so convinced that you’re following your heart cause your mind don’t control what it does sometimes.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

True love is the one that does not get a destination.

Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.

Trust is important. But once a promise is broken ‘sorry’ means nothing.