My body goes on even as my heart stops beating.

You can't live if the heart is dead.

No one will find me. I'm lost to this world and every other. I can't be pulled up if I'm not there for them to pull up. I can't be saved if there's nothing left to save.

The sight of beauty inspiers lust. Lust forms into want. From want emerges paaion. Passion calls to need. And need...need draws up love.

Does a bruised heart still beat? Does a wounded soul still heal?

My passions are my strengths and weaknesses.

I am never truly calm, even in my sleep, fore my passions are endless.

Life can change in a flash. Without you ever knowing it.

We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less.

The memory of your eyes will forever be with me.