you taught me how to love, and now, after everything is over, I can not unlearn love.
I don’t know if this is a blessing or a burden.
It is the cruelest lesson of them all.
Sometimes I wish there was a humanitarian system, a different of course, one that does not hate or kill; but represses the inept, and has good and effective ideologies, one that is praised but not as a god. I want a world to declare war on all countries; a war of laughter and that the second could be much better where everyone can die in peace.
you are art