I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke.

I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.

Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?

If you want something to be true badly enough, you can rewrite it that way, in your head. You can even start to believe it.

Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is

There were lies we told to save ourselves, and then there were lies we told to rescue others. What counted more, the mistruth, or the greater good?

Close a door, and you'd still feel a breeze through the window.