3.13am

The loudest of whispers can be heard in the late of morning, between the setting of the dew and the rising of the sun.

11.33pm

You have confused the fine line between being an object of affection, and being an object.

8.58pm

It's not supposed to be fathomable- or even good; it just is. And it could be beautiful, if you let it be.

8.00pm

It was God's mistake that he should create me to love you, and for you not to love.

9.26pm

All I want from you are your fingers and your hands, your wrists, your arms and your shoulders. I want your neck, your chin, your lips, your nose, your eyes, and your forehead, your hair, and your ears. Your chest and your navel, and the small of your back. Your toes, your feet, your ankles, your shins, your knees, your thighs and what lays between them. I want your truth, your beauty, your trust, your dark and your light. Your time, your attention and your unconditional love. All I want is all of you. How is that too much to ask?

2.37am

You are not the objects that suround you.

11.39am

I hate everything I see in you, because in you, I see myself.

10.01pm

You spend so much time searching for something to fill that void, without ever realizing that the void is what makes you whole.