Haven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin.

Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.

Mine. I'm on my side.

He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits—a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.

Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.

Fear separates--makes us feel alone--disconnected--while love--love does just the opposite--it unites. {shadowland}

Forgiveness is healing—everything is energy—thoughts create—we are all connected—what you resist persists—true love never dies—the soul’s immortality is the only true immortality—