There was one man stood above the rest, surrounded and engulfed within his own delusions of grandeur.
As there always seems to be.

Cruelty had been his weapon. But such a tool is dangerous and can spread further than you intend.

If beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder, then surely I would have to had been blind to not see it in her.

Never before had I opened myself so to the pain of truth: so wonderfully simple in theory, yet always so complex and unravelled in its true nature.

The mind is filled with thoughts, but the heart is filled with wishes, and they have since the beginning of time been the core of all folklore.

Better he think me rude than not think at all.