Stop pushing and running,
And open your ears,
What if's abound,
In all of our tears,

Please, stop and listen,
Maybe we'll try again someday,
Listen to what you wanna hear,
Cause it's all I want to say.

It is a wonderious thing, love. Flows effortlessly in and out of peoples lives, with no concern for the havoc it brings, but knows that no matter what happens there is always a chance for it to come again.

It is sad that it takes the death of something so pure as love at the hands of lust to teach a romantic a lesson he already knew, but didn't understand.

We laugh at that which is unacceptable to us. Be it religious men talking about sins, or guys pretending to be gay.
We laugh to comfort outselves with the knowledge that BECAUSE we are laughing we're denying it's affect on us.

In essence, all heros are born through evil and every villain breathes life and brings into light the hero that defeats him. How close those who are considered good really are to evil is of no importance, as long as no one thinks about it.

The Journal of a Heart:

"I am my beloveds and my beloved is mine."
"So true, and I know ur beloved admires you so like the sunset that marks the dawn of night."

Beauty to the eyes, the tongue, the ears, the touch or scent, to the mind is subjective. But to the soul, beauty is absolute, and cannot be dulled by action or opinion. Cannot be swayed into doubt, and cannot faulter under stress.

I don't hate you all, just you, you, you, ummm.....you, you, you, you and you. And don't forget you. *points to everyone*

Skipping along the last frail rocks,
Picking my way through the last of the locks,
Exciting the passion locked deep inside,
Unlocking her heart, where my love resides.

As though I could turn the other cheek, as you mouth the words you aren't ready to speak. Your afraid of me, odd, that we didn't have a clue, that I'd become so much stronger then you.
(THIS SONG PWNS! Paid in full - Sonata Arctica)