Without the sun, there is no shadow; without the Son, there is only shadow.

There's not a day that goes by, without me thinking of you, dying, in someone else's arms.

Sometimes I wonder, that one missing sock after doing laundry, is the smart one. After being unhappy for so long, it finally walks away from a frayed, worn-out relationship.

A small world where people know each other, and still so deep, able to get lost.

I dreamed of dying, long before my dreams have died.

Nothing is in the middle of somewhere, surrounded by everything, where everyone is someplace, and still lacking the someone, I need most.