Faith. Hope. Love.
You can break my heart but not my will to live…
Sorrow, Roses, Delight, a mingled mix of emotion sets free scents of what used to be and what is now an empty wasteland.
Broken hearts saddle up with pressure towards unbelievable pain that takes us beyond agony. Yes, this is life.
The Sun, Moon, Stars=windows
I am a ghost a memory of what once was-Love.
No wonder you have to talk in riddles your heart is twisted.-Pain
Let your pain drip over your sorrow until you smile and see at what can be better. -Joy
I want you to know about Strife so you know how to get back up when someone beats you down.-Wisdom