Burn Me. Drown Me. Tell Me Lies.

Anyway, The Sort Of Love That Will Not Wait Is Probably Best To Pass By

I Love Fairy Tales And Feel Very Affected By Them.

We Stood And Watched As God Abandoned Us, And Then We Did The Best We Could.

We Had To Survive To Remember. Otherwise Everything We Were Would Disappear. Those People We Loved Would Fade As Though We'd Never Loved Them, As If They'd Never Walked And Talked And Burned, Forgetting Them Was The Real Evil. That Was The Hole Of Darkness.

The Nature Of Love Had Totally Escaped Her Until Now. She Had Thought That If You Lost It, You Could Never Get It Back, Like A Stone Thrown Down A Well. But It Was Like The Water At The Bottom Of The Well, There When You Can't Even See It, Shifting In The Dark.