“Lets have one last look at the stars tonight before they’ll go -into hiding.”

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.

Lets walk along side the rain and try not to look for shelter this time.

What if we are all here to complement one another. – Kind.

Wishing, if only she’d care – less.

She pushes buttons to her own securities. – a fair tale.

Come nightfall, wrap your arms around the tenderness – of her skin.

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

Somehow she never got used to not having any – reservations.

I feel you are still with me, walking beside me on every avenue.

To me it’s the sadness of ‘almost’ and it’s the sadness that’s almost present. – lantern.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

The art of missing you, crafted to perfection. – artisan.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Is there still time? or will we remain past tense.

Stop hiding; stop letting yourself stay buried.

Racism is a much more clandestine, much more hidden kind of phenomenon, but at the same time it’s perhaps far more terrible than it’s ever been.

Real elegance is everywhere especially in the things that don’t show.

The hidden harmony is better than the obvious.

I believe myself to possess a most singular combination of qualities exactly fitted to make me pre-eminently a discoverer of the hidden realities of nature.

It is better to hide ignorance, but it is hard to do this when we relax over wine.

Crystals reveal their hidden structures only when broken.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.