The morning light can't come too soon...

Why can't I be quiet and strong? Why can't we I innocent and sweet and still be a force to be reckoned with? Why can't I be who I am without becoming a constant storm and destroying everything in my wake?

It's a heaviness of ache than paralyzes him with this infernus warning. Below his eyes, he's awaiting his imminent gnashing of teeth. Forbidden waters, his being needs no cleansing. Dead azure sky, the universe is unable to be seen. Heaven's plague, all he sees is deaf devotion. The man of stone, he was conceived by the infirmity of his imagination. It's all an apparition that arises from the root of decayed light. Alone, for he is indeed the seed of nothingness.

Hope one day we come back around...

Throw a brick right into that stained glass...

Whatever pain you think you are in right now cannot begin to compare to the peace that will one day come over you. It cannot begin to compare to the joy that you will one day know. You will fall in love with life again, and it will be better than it was before, because you will become a different person. You will become someone who is more capable of appreciating what matters, who will not be as reckless with their choices, who can no longer be so easily swayed or mindlessly trusting. This will not happen overnight, though it will seem like it did in retrospect. Like the changing of a season, everything shifts slowly until all of a sudden, you are standing firmly in the after, in all you feared would never come.