There is always more good in the world than bad; a small stain is easier to notice on a white shirt.

Can't help but wonder, as I wander, at the dusk of dawn, whether I'll weather, the oncoming storm.

It is rather weird in essence anyone understanding you has to be able to comprehend a form of your outer consciousness, the expressive formation of actions and speech that display who you are, in itself a task of extreme difficulty. But yet we still expect more and how could anyone understand you deeper or more intimately when even you yourself do not?

You seek depth, but you refuse to accept complications; it's like needing to breathe, without there being air.