and love is a word used too much and much too soon.
Our disappointment sits between us.
Insanity is relative. Who sets the norm?
It began as a mistake.
some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.
I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.