I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.

I’ve come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.

Time goes on even when we do not.

Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.

On the darkest days you have to search for a spot of brightness, on the coldest days you have to seek out a spot of warmth; on the bleakest days you have to keep your eyes onward and upward and on the saddest days you have to leave them open to let them cry. To then let them dry. To give them a chance to wash out the pain in order to see fresh and clear once again.

Torture is not torture when there’s any hope of relief.

The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.