If only our lives lead us half as far as our dreams.

Loneliness is like a shadowy corner, though bright lights clear a bit of shadow, it is still there, and once the light leaves, only shadows are left once again. You are my brightest light, please dont leave me in the dark.

Beneath this face of calm sanity lies a world of chaotic madness.

Sleep is for the dead and dying, and at this moment i am too busy living.

They will only see what they want to see whether it is what we show them or not, so why should we hide anything?

Though the body may whither and die, the beauty of a person lives on within the hearts of others, not the beauty of a phisical type like a rose, but more like the beauty of the reason the rose is given.

The nights that there is no moon and the wind is dead, my soul will be at your side, silently whispering all the things i could never tell you.

And these winter nights just make every day seem so much longer, the minutes tick off like the seasons and the colds etching itself upon my soul. No longer does the nothingness within me hurt, but is a steady thrum keeping me alive.

There are no words to explain the things i think, no medicines that will heal my pain, and no lights that will take away all the shadows but still i will hold my head high and continue smiling because the wolrd goes on.

Its getting so hard that i dont know whats going on, i lose track of time and froget things entirely, yet he is still on my mind and all i can think about is his touch