Never again will I use myself when I'm in the mood for punishing.
Bringing my own reign of terror on my mind was eye-opening, and more useless than bringing it upon someone else.

This Doubt is not my favorite feeling.
Anger caused by the truth:
There is no time or place for us.
There is so much at risk, and the list is long when it comes to what is wrong with every plan we could come up with.
Maybe when we have beaten the restlessness.

For now, I can hope for a new dawn.
The light insdie you is brighter than any I've seen in someone like you. There is no one like you.
Perhaps I should take that as a sign.

How could we be?
Or hide?
Or love?