How can an oath made between ones self and ones actions be upheld?

Stained glass windows.

The sunlight charging in like lovers running into each others arms after days of not seeing each other.

The trees have eyes.

I think we were made for each other, crafted from the rocks of this earth by the same blacksmith.

I am frantically trying to grasp you, but your body and essence are slipping through my fingers.

Does a bird ever look into the night sky and imagine flying through the stars?

We are made of aether.

I don’t feel alone because of it, if anything I am relishing being the only one experiencing this secret little world.

We seem to have a habit with finding beauty in death.

For thousands of years humans have been repurposing the skeletons of trees and rocks to further our developing world.

Everyone’s afraid of Death, and that’s maybe why he’s so lonely.

There is a never-ending misty field that sits upon its own plane beyond the world of the living. There are no grave stones, but there doesn’t need to be.

She believed that she was only made to love others, and not to be loved herself.

We’re always thinking that nothing is consistent over the course of out lives, that nothing stays the same for too long.

But we’re wrong. There is one that is consistent and always watching throughout all our lives.

Everyone is afraid of the slinky feeling that arrives in the night and twists itself around your heart.

The ocean is as mysterious as she is untameable.

What does it mean to be depraved?

Our bodies were made to decay.

How cruel the universe is to allow the wind to fall in love with a mortal.

Let us love cataclysmically. I crave a love that will be told as a story of divinity.