We are often in a war against ourselves. There is not one moment in which we contradict ourselves. Our minds and our hearts war against themselves, vying for supremacy over what is WANT and what is NEED.

Love is the remedy to counter it. With Love, both the mind and heart will be at ease, subjugated to understand and complement each other instead of fighting.

But like all terminal illness, there is no permanent cure.

Love is merely a ceasefire, a temporary opium to stop the heart and mind from warring against each other. Like all ceasefire, it is destined to fall. And when it does,

All hell breaks loose.


You ask me why I put high hopes on you,

I answer because I'm not afraid to fall and get hurt, because if you don't risk it, then you'll never know what you will get

You ask me what happened between us,

I answer because I made the wrong decision last time. If I hadn't done that, who's to say how we would be right now?

You ask me why I seem assured that and expectant of you

I answer because its not everyday that I have these feelings





Be not Thou far from me, O Lord.
Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight.
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I trust.
O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not my enemies triumph over me.