The Finest Act Of Seeing Is Necessarily

Even The Closest Relationships That I Have I Know Could Potentially Fall Away. That's Not To Speak Pessimistically Or Negatively About Those Relationships. In A Weird Way, It's The Opposite. I Value Them.

Here Then At Long Last Is My Darkness. No Cry Of Light, No Glimmer, Not Even The Faintest Shard Of Hope To Break Free Across The Hold.

Prometheus, Thief Of Light, Giver Of Light, Bound By The Gods, Must Have Been A Book.

Scars Are The Paler Pain Of Survival Received Unwillingly And Displayed In The Language Of Injury.

Some People Reflect Light, Some Deflect It, You By Some Miracle, Seem To Collect It.