It's takes one person with an abundance of aspiration to light up a sea.
Also, one person to crash into the light house.
It's dark. Cold even.
I wonder why we hurt the ones we love? We comprehend that they will always come back. They love us?
One word. It could end a life. Make someone cry until the ocean see's nothing more then dead fish flopping on the ground. Tear someone's hurt with out even knowing.
But, we do it anyways. We fight with our mouths as swords. The truth is. The win isn't gratitude enough of the pain you cause the person with the dagger in their heart.