You’re a clever strategist, but not all battles require tricks. Sometimes the simplest way to kill something is to swim up to it and bite it in half.
Instead of blaming yourself for something you cannot undo, let it define you.
... being different, being unique ... that afforded me a life, a journey that I am now so thankful for.
Then come. Let me send you to see if you have lived your life serving a deity or a dream.
I am full of mistakes and imperfections and therefore I am real ...
You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen fall from the sky today.
I ache to swim again. Walking’s for mammals.
There is a secret earth gyrm, a place where the unbelievable, the unthinkable, the terrible, takes place every day. A place hidden by the veils of ignorance and cowardice and fear. On occasions we glimpse it, when its hidden terrors fall through that...
I saw you before. All your flaws, your imperfections. Your body’s going to a lot of trouble to hide something, something inside of you. It must be very precious.
In a corner of my soul there hides a tiny frightened child, who is frightened by a corner where there lingers something wild.
I have often believed the pen to be a needle, and ink to be a thread. Each story is an intricately woven tapestry and with each word I invariably sew a piece of myself into the page.
If you doubt, you fall, you fail, you die. Do not doubt.
Knowledge is too final. Not knowing lets you dream a little.
I hasten to sleep so that I might dream and colour my mind with a myriad of things.
We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.
When the time comes for you to leave this earth, if it doesn’t become a lesser place with your absence, then you have wasted your life.
Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.
Pencil. Paper. Forget the world.
You smile and draw me near and whisper, "Do as dreamers do." I lean to you and whisper in your ear, "I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.
You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.
