I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.
I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath
Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.
You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.
If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.
The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.