My hobbies include
Editing my life story
Hiding behind metaphors
And trying to convince my shadow
That I’m someone worth following
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
You have listened to fears, child,” said Aslan. “Come, let me breathe on you. Forget them. Are you brave again?
Just remember who you are. The world will try to change you into someone else. Don’t let them. That’s the best advice anyone can give you.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
People want to hear songs with the words they’re afraid to say.