At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.

Federico García Lorca

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When pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

The wind grew cold. The leaves turned red. The bark turned red. The soil turned red. The stars turned red. Something was wrong with October.

No matter how much light I carry within me, there will always be times of feeling lost, being confused, seeking direction. It is the way of the human heart.

May the happiest days of your past, be the saddest days of your future.

The sensation I had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candle, leaving behind wisps of nameless longing.

Julianne Donaldson

Sometimes... Sometimes our hearts crack a little.

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