These are my words for no one.

These are my words that can be full of either bravery or cowardice. No one will read them. Okay, maybe SOMEONE will read them. Certainly YOU are, but you will never understand them. They will always be my words for no one. NO ONE.

We hurt the ones we love the most by being hurt ourselves. We are not heroes. We never were. Heroes do not exist.

All we can do as humans is hurt. Hurt others and be hurt. Being charitable is not helping. It is merely hurting less. Hurting others less and being hurt less. Who am I to talk, I know nothing of charity.

I am a destroyer. The space dividing our fragile lives is paper... and I have crumpled it.

We have forgotten how to be gentle or maybe we never were.

Our hearts are raging muscles, full of torn ligaments.

Mine? Oh! mine is best left wrapped in brown paper, cradled in the base of my guitar.

Be sad. Be sorry. Be whatever you need to be to not be sad, to not be sorry.

This world is overwhelmed in madness... but there is beauty even there. There is Beauty in the Madness! There is far too much beauty in this world. We deserve none of it.

We destroyers - overwhelmed with madness... overwhelmed with beauty...

Know nothing of either.