Another World Must Surely Exist

Here Is The Riddle Of Love: Everything It Gives To You, It Takes Away.

People Hide Their Truest Nature. I Understood That; I Even Applauded It. What Sort Of World Would It Be If People Bled All Over The Sidewalks, If They Wept Under Trees, Smacked Whomever They Despised, Kissed Strangers, Revealed Themselves?

He Wanted Pain, I Saw That In Him, And What A Man Wants He Will Often Manage To Find.

Some Things You Cannot Wish Away Or Think Away. They Become Part Of You When You Remember Them.

Let Everyone See The Blood,' He Said. 'don't Clean It Up. That's The Only Way People Remember.'... I Could See The Blood Inside My Head. It Was With Me Forever, Whether Or Not I Wanted To Forget.