#k.m.m.

It was like I was addicted to whatever made me feel most intensely, even though it was hurting me.

As usual, I was adrift in a sea of questions and if answers were lifeboats, I was in imminent danger of drowning.

"I'd awakened tonight to find myself in the dark. I was tired of being in the dark. I was tired of everyone else having control of the lights."

For what other reason would you have me save you? Because I 'like' you? Better to be useful than liked. Like is an emotion. Emotions' - he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly - 'are like holding water. You open your hand, there's nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.

There are some lines you just can't let another person cross. They don't always make sense, they might not always seem like the most important things, but only you can know what they are, and when you butt up against one, you have to defend it.

Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.

There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, are as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hands as any Fae illusion. We can only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we can no longer aim for the light.