I know love to be true and so untrue.
Innocence is your greatest deception and yet your only ally.
I cannot feel for that of which is like me... but older... wiser.. much more in experience.
Trust is no longer an option, let alone a factor... but is an asset is as good as an enemy?
Can they think?
Do they adapt?
What is the light without the darkness?
What is Joy without sadness?
How can you grow without being destroyed and then rebuilt?
I hate and I love.
But I hardly love and usually hate.
Respect is not a passed around toy, but it is something to deeply consider in hard times. (How pathetic and yet.. understandable)
The wisest are unrepairable, and the young are too predictable and sensitive.
Beauty becomes more rare because ugliness becomes beauty. Nothing is truly ugly, you just have not noticed it's beauty yet.
Do not touch what you cannot reach but grab that of which is beyond your comprehension and never let it go.
Life is nothing without death... and Death... is only the beginning.