We know so perfectly how to give birth to the monsters inside of us, but for reasons I will never figure out, we have not the slightest clue of what to do with all the love ~ Christopher Poindexter (The Blooming of Madness poem
The purpose of life is not to just be happy. The purpose of life my love, is to feel. You must understand that your pain, is essential. - Make me feel something, and I'll want to keep you around forever.
"I drank her silence like liquor and it destroyed me the same, but I fell for all of her, hopelessly and endlessly. My soul will always be lifted when she walks into the room and my blood will dance when her breath passes through me.