there is neither happiness nor misfortune in this world, there is merely comparision between one state and another, nothing more. onli someone who has suffered the deepest misfortune is capable of experiencing the heights of felicity. one must needs have wished to die, to know how good it is to live...

your gift to me

your knife impaled my chest, only to find a hollow capsule whose heart had been given away.. thus saving my miserable life from draining away as the blood dries up like a lake in a drought.......