Pain

Pain is what we carry upon our shoulders, love is being silent about the weight.

Insomnia

I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.

Definition

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.