Even on cloudy days the sun waits to break through. – Daniel, @blindedpoet
Melancholic madness strapped to your chest and you have no way of releasing the fear. – Daniel, @blindedpoet

Even on cloudy days the sun waits to break through. – Daniel, @blindedpoet
Melancholic madness strapped to your chest and you have no way of releasing the fear. – Daniel, @blindedpoet
Our design is so flawed, so take everything and fill the gaps with selfless love. – Daniel, @blindedpoet
The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness. – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers