Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. But so, it seems, is love. Love is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway. Without it, we cannot continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

Ghosts are guilt, ghosts are secrets, ghosts are regrets and failings. But most times, most times a ghost is a wish.

Some things can’t be told. You live them or you don’t. But they can’t be told.

Journeys don’t end. Not if you love someone. They don’t end at all.

Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek.