We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence?

We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?

The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.

then it passed, as all things do

You won't find the same person twice, not even in the same person

Some emotions live in glances, sighs and pauses too deep for language

the hypocrisy of being human;
the constant tug between solitude & company… the desire to love so desperately & simultaneously be detached from it… of wanting everything & nothing at all.

feeling the pain inside me
rising and falling, breaking me deep
it's unbearable — it won't let me sleep
i stayed awake the whole night
wanting these cramps to end their fight
so i could feel small stubborn light
the nightmare of pain returns tonight

my body begs for silence
my mind craves a little peace
just glimpses of soft light
a moment where the ache might cease
but the nightmare returns
pulling me back again tonight
and all i can do is hold on
hoping morning will make me feel light.