“Reflected eyes held pain from too many vain attempts to find love in other people.”

I constantly wonder if I’m enough, do you? Tell me I’m not alone in my insufficiency.

Broken wings may be grounded now, but they will taste freedom again.

Walls and brick have never felt like home, the way your gentle bones do.

I want to lay down spread out and be the one to fill all the spaces empty – and occupied by her.

I breathe out light pleasing, soft, and warm – I’m still learning to breathe out fire.

Healing was not found in mending my brokenness, but in finding peace among the pieces.

How easy it was to hide from everything; everything except the truth in your eyes.

You were consumed in running away from yourself, and I was just another way for you to get lost.

I see the pain you hide inside you, those shadows that haunt your eyes, let tears of liquid darkness flow until space is made for light.

And still, she longs for love, when all she knows of it, is how much it scars.

Clasp me in your warm embrace, let me feel the love your eyes so boldly promise.

Hold me even closer than your shadow holds the dark; leave me in no doubt your arms are home.

I am slowly cutting you out of me, piece by aching piece.

The light of your love touches me in the hidden depths of my lonely soul. And I know beyond a single doubt, I am safe within your hold.

See the wonder that exists all around you – and know that you belong.

I push through the shadows to find you, immerse me in the light of your soul.

O Allah, You know that the only thing I want in this life Is to be obedient to Your command. Even the living sight of my eyes Is service at your court

A Minor is one of my all-time favorite keys to play in. It’s a very moody key, and also ‘A’ is the first letter of my name. It just represents the songs through my eyes.

But our eyes are different, what you see ain’t what I see.

The greatest danger you face is your mind growing soft and your eye getting dull.

If the eye of the heart is open, in each atom there will be one hundred secrets

Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm – into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.

Your eyes was the color of forever.

My eye, my brain, are images, parts of my body. How could my brain contain images since it is one image among others?