I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.
I know love and lust don't always keep the same company.
Just because we've been dealt a certain hand, it doesn't mean that we can't choose to rise above - to conquer the boundaries of a destiny that none of us wanted. To try to retain whatever essential humanity we can.
I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.
Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.