Everyone has a scar, buried deep in the dark consciousness of life.
Let the light in and drive out the darkness.
Are you my light?
No. I am the one who helps you find your light.
You are your own light.
If I had been that wisp of soothing tenderness, it was just that I leaned down and kissed your scars.
Lonely souls, keeping each other warm is not love.
In the name of light, pleasure and joy are called love.