My fire never goes out...

It is impossible to escape the impression that people commonly use false standards of measurement - that they seek power for themselves and admire it in others, and that they underestimate what is of true value in life. But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. Maybe none of this is about control. Maybe it isn't really about who can own whom, who can do what to whom and get away with it, even as far as death. Maybe it isn't about who can sit and who has to kneel or stand or lie down. Maybe it's about who can do what to whom and be forgiven for it. Never tell me it amounts to the same thing.

Power is power...

I rise from my scars...

Somewhere, tucked away in the vastness of it all, hidden between the horizon and the sea, there exists a world where you are loving the one that got away, where the words you never allowed yourself to say flow freely between your teeth. There exists a realm where you did things differently - where you chose the other path. Maybe you are happier there, though that is not the point, for maybe you aren't. Maybe, just maybe, despite circumstance, despite regret, you are exactly where you need to be. The only thing stopping you from realizing that is the way you whisper: what if?