It Was Sad, The Imbalance Of It

I Believe He Died This Way On Purpose. I Believe He Wanted No Chilling Moments, No One To Witness His Last Breath And Be Haunted By It, The Way He Had Been Haunted By His Mother's Death-notice Telegram Or By His Father's Corpse In The City Morgue.

Love Like Rain, Can Nourish From Above, Drenching Couples With Soaking Joy. But Sometimes, Under The Angry Heat Of Life, Love Dries On The Surface And Must Nourish From Below, Tending To Its Roots, Keeping Itself Alive.

Sometimes, Kids Want You To Hurt The Way They Hurt.

The Pain We Suffer Is A Way To Make Us Appreciate What Comes Next.

One Day Can Bend Your Life.