I think the people who go through more can end up stronger in the long run. They have insight in to what a lot of people don’t have and a better understanding – they can be more open-minded. – Ella’s mother.
I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.
The first time I’d ever felt happy-and I mean ever-was when I’d been lying in my bed, staring out my window, watching the stars shine harmoniosly with one another.
So she searches for light, only to realize it’s in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.
Pretend all you want, pretty girl. You and I know that deep down you’re secretly glad to be pressed up to my body.
Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away.
Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.
The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.
But we all make mistakes. It’s how we fix them that makes us who we are.
You think that just because you left, it would change how I feel? Well, guess what? You’re wrong. I can’t help how I feel. I’m still in-.
And I don’t want you to be anywhere but here.
I fall down and my palms split open against the gravel. Injuries on the outside are easy to endure and I get up without hesitation.
It hurts to be around life. People don’t understand how close death is, right over their shoulders, around the block, at the end of a street. It’s everywhere.
Always ask for the truth. Just make sure the time is right.
Because people fear those who are different. And fear can make people do stupid things.
Isn’t everyone hiding something?
Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.
I thought I’d saved Kayden that night at the pool house, but I was wrong. I just bought him time until the next windstorm swept through.
I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what’s in them, but afriad I’ll lose what they carry.
I’ve been at the place where it seems like the only way left is down.
Everyone will hurt you if you let them in.