Chris Allchin Quotes

A cherry blossom refusing to bow to the seasons; fighting off frozen winds fiercely, for it knows the power held in the beauty, of its bloom.

I revel in the solace found when gold rays caress your sleeping face. Blissfully unaware of the beauty they’re revealing.

You are a drug that my blood forgot, it needed.

I want to hear your secrets, to learn their weight, and bare them as my own.