i can't heal your pain, but i can hold your hand through the darkness.

sometimes i seek the company of darkness.

she is gentle like a wildfire

an idea strikes like a collision of stars

he craves to know her scars
to feel her midnight
to know more than her bookmarks

“Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.”

—Carl Jung

Sunset hues and ancient views…

she tries to mask
over her asymmetry
brush over her flaws
unaware every woman
is a bouquet in motion
exactly as they are

#vss365
Art by Daniel Anton

the view is terrible, but at least i can see

If you aren't sure about anything. At least be sure about your intentions. They set the tone for the course of your life.

He knows how to kiss the good
right into her morning

This quiet dark night has a beautiful hold on me.

soulmates have
an inherent capacity
to find each other

I wanted so bad to tell you,
I hope beautiful things happen to you.. And I hope when they happens, you can believe that you're worthy of every single one of them.🧡

You might remember a beautiful face, but a beautiful soul is just unforgettable 🤍

Spring memory

oh to hold you in my sky
like the stars
keeping forever
the light of your love

The gift of a gentle, early morning storm. Smiling, she enjoys the rumbling thunder and occasional lightning as she drifts back to sleep.

in shadowed groves,
'neath moon's pale chime,
two hearts entwined
in love's sweet crime.

forbidden flames in
silent rhyme, whispering
secrets, sublime.

one more time,
their souls align,
in clandestine embrace
divine, eternal love,
their fates entwine.

Good morning, happy Monday! ☕️💛🐸