We Are Cruel When Someone Refuses To

Atrophy Of Feeling Creates Criminals.

You Carry Away With You A Reflection Of Me, A Part Of Me. I Dreamed You; I Wished For Your Existence. You Will Always Be A Part Of My Life. If I Love You, It Must Be Because We Shared, At Some Moment, The Same Imaginings, The Same Madness, The Same Stage.

Self-destructive Patterns Cause As Much Suffering As Outer Catastrophes.

Through Love, Through Friendship, A Heart Lives More Than One Life.

Write. Write Until It Stops Hurting.