Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.
The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.
Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.
I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.
Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.
What else is there to write about than love and loss?