The mind. A beautiful gift? The endless stream of thoughts falls around you every second of every day. A reliable source of torture that you can inflict upon your self. Just dwelling on something awful will do a nice job.

But better than that, is dwelling on something that fills your heart with happiness that you have never before felt, the right words that lift you up in spirit you feel like twirling and letting the words linger, the thoughts of the perfect touch in the right way that makes you feel beautiful, the things you did, the songs we liked,the places we went with your smell on them all, these memories can kill a man from the inside real slow.

Regrets…the damnest thing on earth. Making a mistake knowing exactly what you’re doing that feels like pulling out a sword covered in flames stuck deeply inside your body and no matter how much you tug at it, its become a part of you.
It’s hard to say if that is better, when you are to blame but no one will put that blame on you because they love you too much for it. But more than anything you want the pain so it’s easier to forget when you hate. But all you find is a lot more love.
It’s funny how you try so hard NOT to do something and you end up doing just that.

An accepted method. A particular method to live the way you should. If you can live the way you want, what is a sacrifice then? and what is a compromise? Isn’t there some sacrifice, something you have to give up even when your’e compromising.
Why is that men feel that whatever they want is right and what a woman wants can be done without and unnecessary.

The need for idependance.The want for love. Is it wrong to want both. Why do men feel that a woman’s inpendance is dangerous? Is that the nature, the roles of each gender.
Why is that there are always more questions and no almost always no answers.