Was just thinking today how some things are deemed impossible or absurd, only because we do not understand enough about it.

If we know it’s impossible, then we do not know enough.

I’m not dying because you don’t want me anymore.   Rather I was already dead, and came alive for the brief moment you did.

Why would you call this a probable lie in the future, when it is truth in the present, and the present is all we have?

How good you think something will be, is directly proportionate to how agonising the anticipation really is.

Don’t tell me the right answers.

Tell me the real reasons.

I used to feel good, now I just use myself to feel good.

Why do I let me use you to control me?

I can usually be reasoned with, unless I want it more than reason. Which is most of the time.

It will never be far enough, because we are still too near to ourselves.

Don’t scare me with perfection. Don’t horrify me with the end.