Lux

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
― Anais Nin

“If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.”
― Audre Lorde

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”
― Maya Angelou