Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other.

When a freedom is taken away from you, I suppose, you recognize it as a privilege, not a right.

They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?

People had figured out all sorts of ways to make things seem different than they truly were.

I think that when you live in a world with limits... when you've met everyone and seem everything you're going to see - you lose the hope that something extraordinary will happen in your life

do you fix a wheel that isn't broken, or do you wait until the cart collapses?

Wheather it is conscious or not, you eventually make the decision to divide your life in half - before and after - with loss being that tight bubble in the middle. You can move around in spite of it; you can laugh and smile and carry on with your life, but all it takes is one slow range of motion, a doubling over, to be fully aware of the empty space at your center.