~~~I've always told tales of how and when demons and angels fall in love, it never ends well...Yet of all the hells I've tasted I'll always go back to you, because you tasted like sweet heaven~~~

•Here I narrate to you the crazy world I have so quietly hidden in my own little wicked mind. Because in my world we have monsters walking around the hallways. But, don't scare them, they might fall in love at first sight and we wouldn't want that now would we? And so it begins,  what sweet nonsense do I have to tell you my dearest. 

•How I spend my nights hidden in the shadows of my own bedroom writing my pouring soul and heart out for the grasp of a brilliant mind, brave enough to enjoy what poor little me has written. Because even do I ink what stains my soul. I cannot pour out the poems and stories buried underneath my flesh and blood. Thus there is so much a white piece of paper can hold, never to be compared to what a scar has written or what a bruise can dictate about a person's chapter. 


{For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to heart it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.}