he saw her lightand he felt, the warmth of herbreak through centuries of longinglost behind clouds, blocked away from her far away glowfeeling her on his skintranscending into his heartpermeating through his soulhere was love trueso close, so closehe saw her light, but he knewyou must find your own light, just like the light finds its own lightto give back, love true

how can you be holding me from doing what i want to do, when all i want to do is hold you?

it is not selfish to be into loving yourself, and be into doing what you love, nor is it selfish to protect those things your love flows into...if anyone questions and doesn't support your methods and reasons for protecting your loves, then they are seriously the true selfish ones...

see me as your moonlightand you're the sky, i'm the satelliteorbiting through your night

step after step to find this frame in time, a nightlight illuminated me on this night, lighting me up and further helping me to continue to find my way, find meaning and discover my purpose, and my own light glowing inside me

being in nature is my nature...i was born to drink the dew from her flower and walk barefoot in the sands of her sunshine days

laying together on a blanket under the night sky, i see my perfect nightlight just as the moon shines on her body, her soft skin glowing into my soul in effervescence

when you are there, be truly present, be into that moment, 100%, and that place, or person, or experience will forever become part of you

as a flower, she knew he was no god, because he existed. he just was. and he was always there for her. his being was the heart-shaped light from the way-beyond. and when she saw his glow, felt his warmth, and absorbed his energy into her delicate petals, she now touched magic. and she knew with such a certainty, finally, what love truly was