when the sun found the moon, she was drinking tea in a garden…

the nights you are most tempted to be broken are the nights you are most capable of true love.

An acute appreciation for beauty. Romanticism. Finding something so evocative that I have no choice but to be moved. Knowing that this is the best thing I have ever known. Even if I’m not quite sure what it is. The feeling that seizes me when I look at the blackest face the night can muster and forget what it is to feel the sun on my face, but decide that that’s alright for now. When I feel so purely the desperately sad cry of a violin silhouetted by the hardest times in my life. When I look across the frozen landscape, chilled to the bone, and nevertheless linger for a few extra seconds to marvel at what the world can be.

when the sun shines out, it’ll shine out the clearer…

rough few days recently.

but i take solace in the love i still hold, and the humanity i retain. i can find peace in knowing i still love today what i loved yesterday, and that i will love tomorrow what i loved today.
(i.e. nikki :])

I wake to the irresistible sound
Of days passing by
And melting into black, black nights.
And as I open my eyes
I can feel building within me
Feelings stronger than I
Have ever been.

And as I stir from stillness
To motion and silence to sound
I feel assured that this day,
If nothing else,
Is newer and more vivid
Than anything that has ever
Come before it.

So should I slip back into sleep,
I may do so knowing
This day was the best
That I have ever lived,
And that tomorrow
If nothing else,
Will be better.