I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.
The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.
Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.
If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.
We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.
When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.