There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.

And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?

There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.

How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?

I have tried to be righteous all my life. Yet I have never been content.

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.