In a world where one says “I Love You” just to see what you say, is a world I wish not to reside in.
A love so passionate, but yet so tormenting, is a love I wish not to experience.
The flow of a soul that intervenes with the rhythm of the heart is a beautiful lie.
The truth of love is the lie of life.
Missing a feeling of joy and lacking hate is a void state of mind.
Being a messiah to a martyr is an undefining root that sprouts no leaves.
Exploration of Art in the name of love is a mistake that can never be changed.
The Drawing of War in the name of hate is a mistake that remains the same.