• I don't know why my hands and my heart persist in the ink and paper when they know my mind has neither the words nor the inclination. My fingers ache for the posture of the pen, the curve to the keys. My eyes already follow the lines of blank pages, while my heart knows only the feel of it, the emotion of the act. But my brain, my mind has not the will. It tries to ignore it all, floating in the emptiness it has dug out for itself. It bats away my heart in hopes that nothing can touch it as it hangs. If nothing can touch me where I hide, if no one can find me within myself, then I can be strong. I can rebuild my broken pieces and mend them back together. I promise to forge it stronger this time. I promise...what? What do I promise? That I will not let the pieces be broken? That I will not be weak, that I will hide them where they can not be found? How can I make such a promise when I know it will be broken? When as I say it I hope the the words are not true? The words in the song are right. There is no love. You can not say that such a thing exists between two people who are not blood. Show it to me, I defy you. I defy these lies. There is no such thing. Love does not exist. Love is a myth not made for a man's heart. Love is a curse brought down upon us, whose might is such we hide behind it's promise only to be torn by it's scorn. The duality of such a thing is both gift and a curse, grace and damnation. Only the strong will survive. Love shall not conquer all for it can not conquer those who do not believe. I do not believe. I do not believe.