Hate feeds on your heart and pollutes your mind. It makes you lose sight of reality and forces you to focus on animosity instead of love. Hate makes you less of a person, because the borders of hate are so expansive they leave no room for anything el...
There is something intimate about playing a duet. It's touching the soul of another person without ever touching the flesh.
Lies are convenient when the truth is unfathomable.
I focus on the light I can find, and if I can't find it, I create it.
Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.
Innocence has no place alongside immortality.
We are meant to love. We are meant to lose. Love is our promise of a bittersweet end, and our desperate, hopeless struggle not to hurt anyone along the way.
What is it like to be so free - so trapped, but so free? What kind of bird sings only when caught? What kind of slave outshines and rises above her master?
We are all dead, we just haven't figured it out yet.
There are no stars, no moon, only knots, only the promise of death. Drums cry out in the abyss and then fade with everything else. Even the shadows fade and all that is left is death. We are all dead, we just haven't figured it out yet.
