“The moon knows our true selves.”

Timing is an art.

I never feel the rise before the fall.

Every journey starts with a decision.

Not all your thoughts are true.

Like the earth we need peace to heal ourselves.

A cold heart hurts you the most.

The right choice will never feel wrong.

Your path is perfect.

There is no love like your own.

Sometimes the only choice is you.

The solitude is taking me home.

This world is all we have.

She is a flame in angel skin.

It’s okay to bloom alone.

What goes will come back.

Truths change with time.

The moon said to me baby, come home. Come back to the night but I said I belong in the daylight.

Patience is not sitting and waiting, it is foreseeing. It is looking at the thorn and seeing rose, looking at the night and seeing the day. Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.

Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.

The moon, our mother. The stars, her children.

You are a child of the moon darling born from light.

The people we love live in the moon. Guiding us on our darkest nights.

She danced in the moonlight knowing they shared the same song.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.