☨ACertainDarkness☨:
Don't you wish you could go back to when you'd never lost anything?
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
their tops among the clouds
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
Tear along perfection
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
always looking for new paths
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
It takes two people to make you, and one people to die
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
If we're going this far to see nothing, we might as well go a little bit farther to see something
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
Well, to each his lot, and none is light
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
If you hate a person, you hate something in them that is part of yourself
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
Each of us must have some cruelly lonely experience
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
The current within us wants to pull us away from what we hold dearest
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
to seek the way to himself
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
Love must not entreat, or demand.
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
Love must have the strength to become certain within itself
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
speech without words
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
utter the inexpressible
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
What prisoner wants to behold his prison door slammed shut?
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
He places one sore foot in front of the other and tries not to think
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
Creation unfolds around us, at the speed of days and nights, and we like to call it 'Love'
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
The notes are spidery and starlit and spun from glass
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
The music provokes a sharp longing
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
The music soothes
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
Night insects trill, tick, bore, ring...
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
drill, prick, saw, sting...
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
Enlightenment transforms in a single heartbeat
☨ACertainDarkness☨:
There are times when I suspect that the mind has a mind of its own
