The thought of the possibility of a bad ending lingers.

Here's to hoping for good things and putting the risks out of mind.  

Singular?  Let's see what you're made of.

Incubus-September 30th, The Woodlands

Dont you want to see the Deep?

Trinity

There's something intriguing about the constant banter in your eyes and words.

STRAY BIRDS

I have read through this book several times, these are just few lines that struck a chord in me:

"The moon has her light all over the sky,

her dark spots to herself."

"When I stand before thee at the day's end 

thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds 

and also my healing."

"I do not ask you inside.

Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover."

"Maiden, your simplicity, 

like the blueness of the lake, 

reveals your depth of truth."

AS SMALL AS A WORLD AND AS LARGE AS ALONE.

XVII

“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”

Pablo Neruda: Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto