Welcome To The Sea of Dreams
Please Never Break My Promises
It's getting colder now and the darkness consumes me. Depression is slowly creeping up. Maybe one day you'll actually care about me.
Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
It dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course.
Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
Life is pleasant.
Death is peaceful.
It's the transition that's troublesome
We ask God to forgive us for our evil thoughts and evil temper, but rarely, if ever ask Him to forgive us for our sadness.
Dying seems less sad than having lived too little.
Why is my existence so perfect with dark places? And why do I no longer care?
How do I say goodbye to what we had, the good times that made us laugh outweigh the bad, I thought we'd get to see forever, but forevers gone away
What is it about the shadows that draw my spirit in?
The damnation?
The isolated darkness?
I would give up my soul to know.
Why couldn't you keep a promise?
If you couldn't why did you say yes?
Breaking a promise hurts more than anything...