mymelody05
self control. some have it some don't. But nobody really has control over everything, or even themselves. They may out on a mask to fool us, but they cannot fool themselves. We don't have control over life or love.
Everything is final, yet nothing is final. Don't worry, the darkness of night is not final, but neither is the light of day. Is love final. Is it even something that can be described as final? Or is hate final, and love something that will always bloom and grow and chage like a rose in the heat of summer. Which, by the way, is not final either.