“To be honest it became quite dark and cold – without her.”

These nights in armor only wear us – down.

For the souls who slightly push our universes towards a new perspective. – Gratitude.

How the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.

Our darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.

Like all great stories it started with a kiss and ended with a long and slow goodbye that went silent – in the end.

What ever I want from this day on, I have to let it go.

When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.

Our darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.

As long as we keep on reminding ourselves how far we have come. – We’ll be okay.

She knew exactly where she needed to be.

These stones In her pockets, the dime of her – compassion.

The intimate conversation adores her. – sincere.

When she shines, she shines bright. Radiant I suppose. Kind for kindness, she lights up to be seen.

She knew exactly where she needed to be.

When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.

Even her smallest steps are a part of something – tremendous.