She’s the kind of beauty that stops traffic and starts wars.

But if I don’t risk everything, nothing will ever change.

I rise ever higher as I fall ever lower.

How far would you go to save the one you love?

That’s the point of life, isn’t it? To hold on as long as you can, tethered together, then learn to let go? Nothing is permanent. Nothing is final. Only death. The elegy of the void.

Look how far Rune made you fall. You understand no love but your own.

Logic bends to anyone’s will. Reason is a whore. Debate is futile. The truth is in the gray.

People search for meaning in every ingrown toenail.

My memory is as foolproof as my mercy is flawed.