What can you ever actually see about someone else’s soul – of their temptations, their ambitions, and their struggles? 
He makes you cry… he makes you sad… still there… you can’t hide it… you so desperately want to believe its ok… is it?… it’s like a rollercoaster of emotions, you slowly start to feel that everything is about to crash… No-one said it’s going to be easy… if he loves you, and you him, he won’t go…
If you do not keep pace with your partner, perhaps it’s because you hear a different drummer. Let them step to the music which you hear, however calculated or far away. As the music changes so will the dance… till you become one.
Looking through that window, I feel the pain and hurt as never before. Both are feelings, feelings are emotions. Emotions are responses to people we care about. So in a peculiar way I suppose the answer to "Why do I still love you" is that I still care.
Now I shall go to sleep, and leave you behind. 
Rapture and chaos,
We get too tied up in the darkness of the world that we lose connection with one another, and ourselves. 
I spend my life wondering? Always asking questions?
When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. So don’t get hung up on a snag in the stream. Snags alone are not so dangerous; it’s the debris that clings to them that makes the trouble. Pull yourself loose and move on.
Life is like a puzzle, it’s one of those puzzles that you just can’t complete on your own. Building the frame work is straightforward; the middle section is where it all seems to fall apart. This is the part where we all need assistance. But remember one thing as you get nearer to the end of the puzzle it starts getting easier again.
Maybe you require the night, its shadows, and its mystery. So that your path, your direction, your love reflect back to you again. It’s only through the light of the moon, its magnificence, the stars, like fallen tears of emotions, that you'll feel me next to you, my love.
And so, I question this mystery of life and love and how it’s possible to live and love, then not. I want to live and love without thinking, like childhood memories. Take me back; take me back to those days, those memories… 
We feel differently today, than we did the day before or will tomorrow. It's the perpetual life cycle we live in. I inevitably came to this conclusion; this must be the reason why we can fall in love over and over again.
Imitation without protest fills the blank spaces of our minds, masked in the utmost mystery of the dark and quiet life that, for once, has been lived in such concealment.
