Something – sometimes
Something sometimes takes us into troubled waters.
Not to drown us, but to cleanse us!
Something sometimes takes us into troubled waters.
Not to drown us, but to cleanse us!
O tyrant love, to what do you not drive the hearts of men.
We're all dying. All of us. Death is not a release, but an incentive. Believing in an afterlife totally negates your current existence. Underneath every day - every action, every word - …
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they returns, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.