The strength of just one good, love, is far stronger than that of all the evils bound together.

I hate it when something is undone. When a bond or strength is broken. When it all unwinds. When everything is a splitting braid, and you can see through shadows. When the water nor the mirror transmit a reflection. When the jar is spilled and secrets are revealed. When everyone revolts, goes against the steady heartbeat maintained by precious time. The dreamer stops dreaming. The state of being undone is the state of needing redone.

It is expression that leads to modification. It is keeping it all inside that leads to frustration. It is judgment that leads to depression.

You will love someone and not let go. They might not ever notice you. And even you finally come together, you might not any more.

I roll into pure thought and sit and sulk at the wall. Tears don't, usually, come pouring from my eyes, but today they did because I loved. I loved someone I hated yesterday. I loved them and I don't know why. I loved them far beyond my imagination. I hated them yesterday with all of my heart; I could barely stand the sight of them. Today they're all that I think about, but I think I know why, now. Love and Hate are exactly the same. No matter how harsh they cherish both the good and the bad.

I've cried talking to you... over the phone. You say you hated it, but will you ever see me cry where you can see... Only if I'll allow it... So you probably will, 'cause I trust you in every way.