Kyle

“[H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Prince of Mist

“How I miss wandering around with old souls,
Aimlessly moving from one place to another
How I miss all our dreams and our goals
And how we've lost ourselves to find each other

Seems like a playful game of hide-n-seek
But that's how we'll forever play this life
Loving and living the truth that we seek
Until embraced we find our way to strive

Gazing into strangers' eyes to find our soul mates,
Knowing we're so much closer than we thought.
Our heart keeps the light that forever radiates
Through all the darkness, 'til love is taught

And yet again we look into the skies,
We see the stars, the moon, that light
Missing our home beyond the nights
Living in love until the end of the fight.”
― Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

“She had sculpted the mist, the way those who have no choice do. She had willed a life for the two of us in a new land.”
― Padma Lakshmi, Love, Loss, and What We Ate: A Memoir

“There is something beautiful about a blank canvas, the nothingness of the beginning that is so simple and breathtakingly pure. It’s the paint that changes its meaning and the hand that creates the story. Every piece begins the same, but in the end they are all uniquely different.”
― Piper Payne