Except for her.

Every time I tell my story. I begin with you.

Reaching out Or Letting go.

The sting in the tail is that even when it turns out you don’t feel the way you say you do - I will still have this crush on you.

Midnight. And the saddest fact is - The only one I ever walked away from, Is the one who would never have walked away from me.

No one thinks it’s a spell. But there is no doubt you are magic. [📷 by me]

Every person I am would benefit from being a little more like the others. But none will ever be enough.

This kind of light stirs the wolf inside. Your light does too but it doesn’t wax or wane.

One day I will end. But I won’t ever stop. You made sure of that.

It’s a game of ladders and snakes isn’t it? FMD.

Some words hit harder than fists.

I braid three strands- her voice, his silence, the truth between. It holds the spark, the shiver, the storm. Bound in my palm, it listens to the wind. True they are lost, but i pray it will lead them home.

Survival isn't breathing, it's remembering who you are when the dark tries to unmake you.

Two people. Neither whole. Neither complete. Mirror images. Same lines. Same shadows. Fractured halves. Same break. Same silence. Overlayed truths. Same ache. Same absence. No mender. Same wound. Same waiting. But maybe- Same light. Same way. Light Ends Entropy

Midnight. And it’s futile to try and be somebody else.

clouds, sunsets, the moon, the stars… Really anything that won’t look back. [📷 by me]

The wish is always the same. Just to go back.

Day always breaks the Night. But like Her, It’s glorious.

Maybe there is a story here…