She was the kind of woman you had to look at twice to see. And, if every human were ignorant, she would have never been seen at all.



when we look back we see happiness, though, maybe it’s easier to look at things that way; however, doing so can cause pain as well as joy, for if something was lost and remembered ever more sweetly, it is everything but sweet for the one who suffers the loss. Despite this, how do we know the truth? when the past is blurred and the future even more so


pain gives me joy in a way nothing else can, it tells me I exist and it leaves my mind running with thoughts, real thoughts, that are alive more than any other