“When that hit the fan … it was like an earthquake.”

Find someone who can hear you even when you’re silent.

Shadows follow me the way a vulture stalks death. One small step ahead.

Hidden in the ashes, of a fallen building lays a child’s family photo, with whom he could never unite in life.

To love something, someone. You don’t need to own them.

When you miss someone, you realize their worth and your faith.

The bed was the canvas, we were the art.

Every little part of your soul was made to shine.

When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.