Worry notif you are in darknessand the void sucks you in further.This is not the place we go to die.It’s where we are bornand our stories begin.

Some people are in such utter darkness that they will burn you just to see a light. Try not to take it personally.

At a night like this, where it's just me and the yellow moon,I feel complete.

I can sense your love,why leave me in darkness?Beguile me for your amusement,stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes.When we are apart, I am extinguishedin the blackness of these skies.

If love weighs you downand casts a shadow on your lifethen it isn’t love.Love is light and makes you light.

Let us give thanks for our shadowsfor they are there in the first placebecause of the presence of light.

Let borders become sunlight so we traverse this Earth as one nation and drive the darkness out.

You must be more alive than life.You must see darkness danceand hear silence sing.You must be more awake than lightfor we aren’t born sleepingand we shouldn’t live sleeping.Only then will death’s slumberbecome sweet.

I do not write about love as if I have invented it. I write about love because thoughts of you inspire self-forgetfulness. And because writing about you gives birth to a star. These stars sit inside me where there was once darkness.