It's a picture of how comfortable I've become silently loving you, quietly falling, so serene; the waves of the sea gently soothing my inhibitions, making me unencumbered, encouraging me to go on. Color me titanic
~ Evy Michaels
Love, is sometimes a simpler form of slowly dying, it's like a bullet that ricochets off time's walls of desire, waiting to hit that picture perfect heart of regrets.
~ Anthony Liccione
