Love was like that, like a dream you didn't quite understand, one in which you didn't necessarily know what you were looking at until it was right in front of you.

He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.

I can't really work on more than one thing at a time

The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

I'm at the point where going forward is easier than going back.

Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.

The voice that arises out of the silence is something no one can imagine until it is heard. It roars when it speaks, it lies to you and convinces you, it steals from you and leaves you without a single word of comfort.