The Way Anything Is Created Defines It's Purpose, We're Born With An Inherited Urge For The Pursuit Of

The way anything is created defines it's purpose, we're born with an inherited urge for the pursuit of knowledge and thinking is the purpose of life

I don't know how I ended up melancholic, just like an autumn leave once attached to all the happiness and beauty of life

Love terrifies me, it pierces it's teeths into a lover's heart, chews it slowly and ends it completely

I've never been free, I've always been a prisoner in deep dark dungeon of my thoughts.

Shadows calm my soul, like an old friend who never leaves and shades of night dance with my soul, like two hopeless souls bound for eternity

“So, are you gonna tell me what a deviant’s doing in the snow with a little girl?” “Her father was beating her. When I saw what was happening… Something snapped inside me. All of a sudden, I felt like her life was more important than mine. I had to protect her…”