I’m often difficult to
love. I go through dark periods like the moon and I hide from
myself. But I promise I will kiss your wounds when they’re
hurting. Even if they’re in your soul, I can find them with
the light in my fingertips. I will lead you to the river so
you can remember how beautiful it feels to be moved by
something that is out of your control. And when our dark
periods match, we can breathe with the grass and look at the
night sky. The stars will remind us of the beauty in our
struggles and we won’t feel lost anymore.
— Emery
Allen