Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you
Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.
Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear
For every victory there is a price.
I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.
Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.