I'd Pretty Much Given Up

When Reason Sleeps, The Monsters Of Repression Will Emerge.

Thinking Of Nothing. Trying To Think Of Nothing. Thinking Of Everything.

Hope, How She Had Grown To Hate The Word. It Was An Insideious Seed Planted Inside A Person's Soul, Surviving Covertly On Little Tending, Then Flowering So Spectacularly That None Could Help But Cherish It.

Time Had A Way Of Moulding People Into Shapes They Themselves No Longer Recognised.

When You Love Someone You’ll Do Just About Anything To Keep Them.