Your soul was the flame with which I dared to dance.
The drink might even be the weapon, but it was your love that pulled the trigger.
We stop looking for monsters under our beds when we realized that they are within us.
I'm a giant book full of leaves written with crooked words scrawled half, full of errors and too tiring to read to the end.
I have julgment, but I do not do everything right, after all, All paradise  needs a bit of hell.
When people see kindness, they expect kindness. And I do not want to have to live under anyone's expectations.

21/08/2000