Summits. They are always just beyond the next ridge. Just beyond this next heartache. Just beyond the unbearable loneliness. Just beyond the empty loss.
We are intense in everything that we do, this includes brooding. We will scare you and you will not understand where we’ve disappeared to, what deep chasm within ourselves we’ve slipped into to find solitude and room to expand; where we find the silence to think. Love us there, in that dark ...