Ah. Many have died. Mostly because of something they love. I regret the day that i regained that feeling. I regret the day. It holds me back, from my destiny, from what i am supposed to do. Even as i pause and think of the consequences, i factor love in now, and that prevents me. I want to scream in anger, but the only way i can do it is through my words. I do not wish to love, do not wish to think of someone else besides myself.

But it has brought me from the edge of insanity, if you are reading this, then i thank you, curse you and finally hug you. For love and hate brings out what we were not meant to do. You are beautiful.

A beautiful seed.
-Greg
"There is only one way to nurture a tree, but a thousand to destroy it. As well, there is only one reason to love, ten to hate. Find that reason young one. Then you will know the true meaning of ability and power to protect what you cherish."