“Welcome to winter, where dark nights last forever and sadness prevails.”

Hope such a fickle thing most days it keeps me going other days it pulls me apart.

Unlike you, I actually follow through when I say I will.

Even though we tried we still ended up broken shattered, scattered, glass.

Sweet oblivion please come and carry me off to freedom, at last.

Will you stay up late with me tonight? sit quietly while I write you into a piece of art that will be a marvel for the ages?

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

You are the season of love, light and endless grace awe excludes from you.

And I knew something was deeply broken inside me when you gave me the most glimmering of compliments and I still could not bring myself to muster even the faintest of smiles.

Now the fireflies do more justice with their light than we ever did.

And all the sorries I imagined you would say was just apologies that never came.

And even if a short while from now you take off to inhabit some cloud way above cloud nine I’d still rather stay grounded and watch the stars from here.

There is beauty in endings, for they are simply our new beginnings.

And I will continue to be like the sun falling yet rising every single day.

It’s too good to be true things are bound to go terribly wrong at some point – whenever things are going good for a while.

Anxiety sucks creeps its way into your brain and decides to stay.

If we die now what will all this have been for? mere clasping at straws.

Once you realize you deserve a bright future, letting go of your dark past is the best choice you will ever make.

It is dreadful to think that behind me my own past is no longer anything but shifting darkness.

But only he who, himself enlightened, is not afraid of shadows.

There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.

Wild one, be still and listen your soul will whisper to you even in the darkest of moments.

That was her magic – she could still see the sunset even on those darkest days.

In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.