Time is an illusion.

Don’t scare me with your monsters. I’d been fighting them all my life.

I wish for someone to see the true me. Not the rumors, not my depiction and certainly not just as far as the eyes can see. The truth is hidden behind the pain, the complicated mind and the struggle of daily living. There is so much love to give, yet no one is standing up for the challenge.

With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?

                                      because i have known despair                                                   i value hope

I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.

i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)

Hold him gently in your hands. He has been cracked enough as it is, and his heart is more shattered than he lets on.