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

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

Make your peace with those things that start a war within you.

Now I just say my words bleed from wounds that never healed.

Strength runs through our veins that’s why even when we fall we always get up.

Don’t be deceived beloved no one really knows what they’re doing.

I tried to write you something uplifting but I could only see grey.

It’s the holidays that mean to spread love and cheer to all who are near.

Trust can burn bridges and as easily burn them down, don’t play with it.

Breathe my dear, just breathe and this too shall surely pass it will not break you.

I am done apologizing for things I have no need to be sorry for.

And why is it that we smile, even though deep down despair eats our hearts?

I’ll say it again even though I say it all the time whatever is meant to be for me will indeed surely be mine.

I did everything I could to make it work I was casting nets into the ocean and all they were doing was returning back empty.

You ask me questions that you don’t want to know the answer to.

You say you want variety and yet you are too busy painting all your walls the same color.

Fly me to the moon but desert me there that I might finally breathe.

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.

It’s darkness without you, or didn’t you know? That the sunshine goes with you, wherever you go.

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

Congress may carry on the most wicked and pernicious of schemes under the dark veil of secrecy. The liberties of a people never were, nor ever will be, secure, when the transactions of their rulers may be concealed from them.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.

Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.

The darkest night always ends in morning light.