justanotherdreamer
Let me teach you a thing,
A thing of hate.
Let me teach you,
What it is like to burn with rage.
What it is like to dream of bloodshed.
What it is like to wish for death.
Let me teach you all of this,
And let me watch you,
As you are consumed by this knowledge.
Talk and listen. Inspiration and knowledge. These are the
Extraordinary things one can obtain while both teaching
And learning. These intimate novelties, these
Curious implements, these are the rewards of sharing and giving to both mind and
Heart.
She... She was right there, standing in the frame of the door. And now... Now where is she? I can't seem to remember. All I do remember is that she saw me, kissing another woman. Is this wrong of me? Is this it? Will I get no second chance? I don't blame her; she should leave, and she should stay away... But I never imagined it would hurt this much to watch her leave.