Love is a pretty great thing. Maybe it's the gratest, but it's gotta be true love for the both of us.

Who knows what true happiness is? Not the conventional world, but the naked terror, untill the lonely themselves who wear a mask, the most miserable outcasts, hug some memories..or some illusion.

Love is blindness, I don't want to see. 


I want to feel.

I thought I knew you, but I guess it's easier to see only what we want than seek for the truth.

I need a sign that things will change.

You keep telling yourself that you know. But what do you believe? What do you feel?

I'm getting really tired of losing people.