Forest Full of Bleeding Hearts

There are an infinite number of ways the light can fall on something beautiful. And we all see it differently. And that is life: the infinite ways in which light can fall and the infinite ways we chase it. Every one of us runs head first into a different flame, insatiably lost in blind passion - each fire burning at the same melting temperature. We all are burned up by what we love. Life was not designed to play out any other way.