Friday, April 8, 2011


Somewhere between hope and sadness lies a man's heart. Strength and silence bond as a pessimistic alchemy. Love becomes a past tense word left meaningless without purpose. The purpose of which man becomes whole, strong, and beyond abstract thought is woman. Caring, alongside the slightest hint of torment, molds man into something more than himself; into someone he no longer regrets being.

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