Apr 2016
Expectation is the enemy.
It will corrupt you, and extend your madness to eternity.
Compassion is the true friend,
for fewer things are more descent than a trust that will not bend,
or a confidence that will not shatter.
Then, and only then, can the meaning of love be of matter.
It will corrupt you, and extend your madness to eternity.
Compassion is the true friend,
for fewer things are more descent than a trust that will not bend,
or a confidence that will not shatter.
Then, and only then, can the meaning of love be of matter.
I don't know. I guess I struggle with understanding things. I don't know if we were meant to be confused. But little by little I'm fitting the pieces of my mind in place. I'm teaching myself to leave the bad places in my head alone
