Take Nothing but pictures. Leave Nothing but footprints.

I used to know alot of things by heart. I used to have a heart for alot of things. But sooner or later, you learn to pick your battles, as well as the memories that live in your heart.

Hold me tighter and whisper sweet lies,
Or my soul will escape from my eyes.

If you have wondered why I believe my soul will escape my eyes. It is because only the eyes are capable, among all five senses of percieving beauty. And the soul is a tangled mass and collection of that which is beautiful and pure.

Love, is a kind gaze. Love, is lowering your gaze. Love is the moments in between. And every other aspect of life; is just a detail, un important, un decisive, un lived.

Working out the kinks in confidence.

but...

It's been a long time. But not long enough. I'd like to, I'd love to. But if I did, I'd feel like I'd be betraying everyone who has helped me in the past. God knows it feels so good, so right, so real, so unalone when I'm by your side. But the pain, that comes later was like when everything first began. I can't afford to risk walking such a fine line. My heart will surely expire. I hope that you can change my mind.

Yet more things that I should never say.

I want to write.
I want to write something light and uplifting.
I want to write something happy and positive.
I don't think it's in my nature anymore.
I want to believe, this is not the way I will have to live my life.

Now shut the fuck up and enjoy it for what it's worth.

Which half?

If there existed no external means for dimming their consciences, one-half of the men would at once shoot themselves, because to live contrary to one's reason is a most intolerable state, and all men of our time are in such a state.

- Leo Tolstoy

Speed of weight

Moments like this. Affirm me of the truth I have always believed. There will never be words good enough to describe how I feel. No words to describe sweetness, bitterness. Happiness or sadness. No words to describe the clear expressionless expression on my face. No words, to do justice to what feels like walking into a burning building. No words to erase the idea of what you think is right or wrong or good or bad from these circumstanecs.

I give up. But it feels like a rush. The question is, a rush to what?

Oh! Shut up already...

If our hearts get torn...

There are many things to say. Some things are better left unsaid. There are many things I feel. Though I will never have the words to ever let you know. There is an awareness that nags at my heart strings. I know, I know, I know.

I will not live in fear.

And If it must hurt. At least it's not indifference. At least there is beauty in the world again.