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But where do we go when dreams no longer offer solace...

We step into the depths of darkness, where silence and solitude is absolute.

Where we must learn to ignite our own spark...

So that we then may craft our own dreams, whatever they may be.

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I think the most important thing to remember at the end of the day, is to love yourself. To embrace the entirety of who you are. The light and dark within, the good and bad times that were had, the love and angst that the heart has gone through. We need love, and most often the greatest love we can find in life, is the love that we give to ourselves.

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How is it that this emptiness causes so much pain? That the fire behind my eyes fades into dying flame...

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I've become enveloped in a sadness so deep, that not even tears can make their way to the surface.

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I’ve overcome many fears in life. Fear of death, of chaos, even the abyss no longer holds a grasp on my heart. But perhaps the one thing that still worries my soul, is going through life without finding someone who can understand the fire that burns behind my eyes. The fear of not being understood, and not knowing what its like to be truly seen in this world. 

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How is it that emptiness can feel so heavy? That the weight of this hole in my chest becomes unbearable during the quiet moments? As if the abyss within seeks to devour my entire being, leaving leave no room for hope...only darkness.

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I'm not sure how to feel anymore. These emotions have become like distant stars. Beautiful in their own right and full of power, but so very far away. And as the days go on they fall farther and farther out of my grasp. Till all that's left within reach, is an empty void of what once used to be.

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Even the darkest of nights are followed by the dawn.

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It's nights like these that leave my soul empty. Staring at the ceiling, unaware of the passage of time, until 3:00am flashes on the watch I forgot to take off.

I used to find comfort in this silence. But now it's just a reminder of how alone this heart of mine truly is.

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There is something to be said, about how all consuming sadness can be. How it enters every single corner of your heart, every bone, every tendon...untill you feel yourself utterly filled with a melancholy you can't even describe.

And yet I'd rather feel this sadness, than feel nothing at all. There is a bittersweetness to it, as it can remind us that we had something to be sad about, that there were once good times and they can happen again.

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If I could drown in the galaxies that are your eyes.

If I could taste the words falling from your lips like rain in the summer.

If I could touch the surface of your soul and swim in the depths with your demons.

If I could feel the warmth of your skin as you lay there contemplating your life.

If I could reach into your thoughts and change how you see yourself.

If I could bury my face in your chest and listen to the drums of your heart.

If I could show you love, real love.

I would.

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Fade

She was like a shooting star, full of brightness, hope, and so many endless possibilities. They way she illuminated my night sky, how she pushed back the unending darkness that surrounds my soul. But like all shooting stars, she was only there for a moment. And as her light begins to fade, a small spark is left behind for me to hold onto. I can only hope that this spark burns long enough for me to last through the night.

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Sunrise

She’s like the sunrise. The majesty and glory of her beauty frees me from my darkest of nights, while her warmth ignites a passion in a heart I once thought was too frozen to know love again. I look forward to her every day, and to the light she brings to my life. 

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She has taken these dark nights of mine, and transformed them into a brilliant myriad of stars that fill my world. I might spend some time, counting these stars of hers. They have all become precious to my eyes, just as she has become precious to my heart.

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Beacon

I’ve found a beacon during my wanderings in the dark, and while the part of me that has become used to dwelling in the shadows remains cautious...a piece of my soul is drawn towards this light. This light....this beacon....this woman...has found pieces of me that I have long thought lost to the darkness. She has ignited this spark of mine into a flame, and how it leaves me shaken to my core. This flame, that could easily be blown out by a simple breath, has left me feeling vulnerable...but yet so alive. I can only hope that her breath remains gentle and that in the presence of her magnificence, I learn how to burn bright once again. 

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And her eyes...they were like emeralds. Magical, and as mysterious as the forest. You could so easily become lost in their depths. Absorbed by her gaze, losing all sense of time and space. And oh...how transfixed I became looking into that green expanse. Never wanting to look away, for fear of never seeing something so beautiful ever again.

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My soul burns like ember in the night.

A spark where shadows gather, drawn to the light.

With each breath comes understanding, a moment of peace.

A space in time where the encroaching darkness, begins to cease.

But like all things that burn, It won't forever stay alight.

My soul burns like an ember in the night.