When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.
But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.
We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.
Then, are you master of us all? You didn't teach her that. Was she supposed to imbibe it from my quiet subservience?
You were the vampire in my dream. My perfect one.
Keep your secrets Keep your silence It is a better gift than truth