“When the lights are out, and the electricity no longer pulses through our veins from the support of some technology, what will we be?”

The moon felt brighter, I smelt flowers as if they bloomed in winter and felt the sun bless my skin in darkness. My mind was healing and i could feel again.

Flowers grew where her feet followed and trees bowed above her head, but in her garden there were secrets beneath that soil, she could not forget.

In places where everyone is beautiful, i am tempted to toy with my ugly.

We have to be strong, for the ones that came before us, and the ones who are yet to come.

One defeat does not define you.

So be bold, run free and live like poetry.

So we danced in the rain and woke to the haze of a sunrise painted in honey.

So i swept our stardust under the rug, and discovered a magic of my own.

Free spirit, The world is yours.

The longer you sit in the field, forcing fragile stalks together, the more you value the loops, the links that stay. And the less you miss the ones that snap and blow away.

Even when your tears have soaked through the last pages of your book, the sun will dry them and illuminate every word of your story.

So keep rowing against the current, no one ever made an epic voyage through smooth sailing.

You lit a flame in me that could start wildfires.

I pined for the whole of you, but all I ever got was half. I waited and gave you twice of me-yet still it wasn’t enough.

The silence was broken with the music of your pain, but with every note i could see a part of you healing.

Whiskey lips and sunset trips to places we always spoke of, wind in hair we had no care for what tomorrow was made of.

Electricity is the power that causes all natural phenomena not known to be caused by something else

God is the electricity and we are the lamps.

It’s either some kind of electricity or some kind of energy. I don’t know what it is, but whatever it is, I’ve got it.

So much is said with the electricity of the eyes, the intensity of a whisper. Less is more.

It is a simple feat of scientific electrical engineering – only expensive – blind, faint-hearted, doubting world.

The utility of the exchanges made possible by Bitcoin will far exceed the cost of electricity used. Therefore, not having Bitcoin would be the net waste.

If your hate could be turned into electricity, it would light up the whole world.

People always fear change. People feared electricity when it was invented, didn’t they?