It's not often you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest parts of someone. It's not comfortable when you do.
It's not often you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest parts of someone. It's not comfortable when you do.
You can't stay in the dark for too long. Something inside you starts to fade, and you become like a starving person, crazy-hungry for light.
Blood is everywhere..Vultures take shelter beneath the tanks;for the fumed sky is unsafe for their avian flight to prey on the Palestinian flesh.
The light lulls you into a false sense of security. But if the dark should come suddenly and silently, you’d stand out like black on night.
Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate.Brown nodded. "I think this is it.
People who understand the dark understand the universe,and therefor they can connect their soul so life can give them the uplifting mystic it has.
The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.
Life never seizes to have a brighter side of it. Unfortunately, many are blindfolded from seeing it because they are fully focused on its dark side.
The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other." -Rhage"That depends more on your mouth than any floorplan." -Phury
Humanity was a passing notion to him; something he liked to try on for size and model in the dressing room, but never actually felt compelled to buy.
... I was feeling so depressed I didn't even think. That's the whole trouble. When you're feeling very depressed, you can't even think
Are you following me?" He asked."Us?" I was the first to speak. "Um, maybe. Hi there. How are you tonight?"He looked at me like I might be a bit crazy.
The moment passed — but the darkness is so dark, and the pain is so painful. – But I accept whatever He gives and I give whatever He takes.
Confession is good for the soul, they say. I'd imagine this is true. But my sins were too convoluted. And from the little I understand--too damning.
It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.