…Our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.
When you care about someone, you just do, and nothing changes that.
How far can you go down the wrong path before you can’t get back on the right one?
Don’t say you miss me, just come get me.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
A dream is like a river ever changing as it flows, and a dreamer’s just a vessel that must follow where it goes.
Everything was a broken line for me in those days. I was slipped into the empty spaces between words.
I’d cry, if only I had the time to do it.
I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams…