There is a point...a point where you break, a point where you just can't take anymore...the question is, where is that point and what will you do when you reach it.

We are nought but ripples in time and streaks of dreams.

It is strange how soothing the sound of thunder is as i drift into sleep.

Running from the past,
fleeing from the future

Great minds think alike... or just similarly irrational ones

One shed tear means more than any words...