Need is not immutable. It is simply desire fooling the brain. And desire, of course, is whimsical as ever.
Distance tarnishes memory rather quickly. My misery shuns company and has become best friends with silence instead.
God does not hear your questions. And it is always too late when life chooses to answer them.
Obsession is not as easy as it seems. It can get quite tediously mathmatical as you try to work out all the possibilities in your head.
Desperation cannot accelerate life. Neither can today's effort make up for yesterday's misdeeds.
I spend most of my life chasing concepts that belonged to a more innocent me.
Time and again I struggle to make the impossible choice between idealism and cynicism. I unfailingly choose the wrong one.
Hope can be delusional. Pitiful as this may sound, ego is the only steadfast armor against denied hope.
Well! Well! Doesn't reality love to snatch away those rose tinted glasses?
