Strange isn't it, how sometimes silence can have a voice? Where and whence and vaunted choice, emotion your compass and the way forward steel bound guardrails called past and future.
It would seem to me that now I'm lost, that I know true love isn't something that brings you pleasure it's true nature is sacrifice and pain. If it is true, anyway.
And so now it comes down to the cold and rain, the mirror I couldn't face, the possibility that true death is changing lanes. Grayson lives and I'll never be the same.
The true opposite of real love is fear, the only other power that transcends emotion and opens doors to the way of things because it's the test of everything.
Anger and all the rest will just bring you right back.
Your's truly, Maze Zero rat scout. Signing out.