There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.

I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what's in them, but afriad I'll lose what they carry.

Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.

He knows what I'm about to say--he always does. He is my best friend, my soul mate. In a perfect world, full of roses and sunshine we'd be together, but this is full of broken.

It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror.

You can't just change who you are on the outside and expect it to change who you are on the inside.