Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason, you sing

the peak of sadness is laughing

the peak of happiness is crying

and the peak of anger is silence

Revenge is quite a cheap thing for my character. Deleting you from my life is fair enough.

The Human Soul Is Deeper Than Hell Because Hell Doesn't Pretend To Be Good

Your loneliness is precious to you. I know. Does it disturb you to know you are dear to me? Do not let it. It is such a quiet feeling. It is like a light coming into a room - moonlight

I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands

I chose this solitude. Or perhaps it chose me - an unspoken pact made in silence, in the hollow hours where no voices linger but my own. Here, where the winds sing only to themselves, and the sun strips away all the illusion, I find clarity. Painful, sharp edged clarity.

Realness and loyalty aren't options on my table; they are the table

There is a certain beauty in not being fully here. Some people want clarity. Sharpness. Definition. I have always been more interested in blur. In what happens when outlines dissolve.