Oh, these memories, although fading, feed illusions of the lives we might have led



The loneliest people are the kindest, the saddest people smile the brightest. The most broken people are the wisest, all because they do not wish others to suffer the way they have.



There is a loneliness that seeps into ones very existence, know not where it comes from, but it twists the mind and buries the heart. Let it not consume thee, for a clouded light can still be unbound.