I am now on my knees amidst the pieces of my shattered heart, which remain untidily littered across the floor; no-one but I can see them.
You cannot fight life; it will all but slaughter you and lead you here, to you knees, without energy even for silent tears. It will leave you crying for a way out and laugh in your face when your will falters and your hands hesitate.
To nurture life is the most beautiful thing anyone can do.
To nurture death and will it to live destroys the soul; I am surprised it took me so long to see it.
‘How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?’ - a question much pondered by far greater minds than I.
‘Straight and fast.’ - an answer composed by a far greater writer.
Straight and fast, then, it may be.
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