Possibilities

Love and murder pretty much go hand in hand. Dreams and possibilities as well. Some day, they all go, that love we though would last forever, the life we thought too long and heavy to bear, even dreams that are intangible, who's elusive lives flit between the reality of secret whispers, stolen glances and silent moments.

Where does reality stand in this, where does the truth begin and the lives we formerly led end. The question is simple. Would you die for what you believe in? Put in another way, one might ask, if you are to die for one thing you believe in, what is it?

Of course some flippant answer like food or clothes or even money comes to mind. Simply because we either cannot comprehend living our life for anything other than ourselves who we have no choice but to stick with until we pass on. However, instead of death, which the living can not comprehend, imagine the most gruesome death painful death you can. St. Catherine's Wheel for example. What conviction do you have thats strong enough for you to suffer. Fully aware of the transient nature of the world.

You who do not know are empty. You who do are either romantics, or retards. Sometimes I wonder if I can ever trust someone that much again. That even when that faith has been broken, I still find it in myself to keep it alive.

I prefer to live in a world where I'm not alone, throughly enjoying my solitude.

I found my muse, though more accurately, she found me. Thanks T, I've been waiting awhile for someone like you.