I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the... - Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

"The WandererWhat is she like?I was told—she is amelancholy soul.She is likethe sun to the night;a momentary gold.A star when dimmedby dawning light;the flicker ofa candle blown.A lonely kitelost in flight—someone oncehad flown."

"Like time suspended, a wound unmended-- you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I'll wonder why."

"Saving YouThe darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him.Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he's gone again."

"I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the other way around—all sad people write."

"You were you,and I was I;we were twobefore our time.I was yoursbefore I knew,and you have always been mine too."