～Chasing the Starlight～

In some sense, a person is her wounds. A sapling, planted beside a supportive stake that the gardener neglects to remove, will grow around the stake. The stake’s presence will injure the growing tree; the tree will adapt by distorting its “natural” shape to accommodate the stake. But the mature tree will be the shape it has taken; it cannot be “cured” of the injury, the injury is an intrinsic aspect of its nature.

Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly

Maybe the greatest gift you have given me is allowing me to stop struggling to find my place. We’re friends, that is the place. It’s an extension of what I call home

Rain don’t change the sun
Jealous is the night when the morning comes
But it always comes.

I - will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. (…)
No! Not the artful postures of love, but love that overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love as there has never been in a play. I will have love.

前に誰かが言っていた通り，俺の前に伸びていた何本かの道．
その中から俺は正しいと思った道を選んできた．
・・・そう思いたいんだ．あんたが笑顔で導いてくれた
この道を選んだことは…ただしかったのか？・・・リノア・・・
ここまで歩いてきて・・・・ どうして俺は、
あんたの手を離さなくちゃならない・・・？

And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart
‘Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It’s always darkest before the dawn

It does little good to say
you want something, and then, “just in case”, prepare to do without.

Burn your bridges.