The depths of a mans soul can not be measured in a manor of meters
and fathoms; but rather, it is in my opinion, only quantified by his
proximity to haven and hell.
It was in such a state I ushered myself
passed the town tavern, bursting at the seams with the sounds laughter
and drunken piano playing.
Had it only been a different night, a
different place, a different kind of man passing by the threshold
of that innocent pub, the events that transpired at that point
would have undoubtedly been drastically different.
I can only guess if
anyone outside that place had a clue when those exclamations of mirth became the
desperate screams of the helpless begging for their very lives.
Love Ties
Most things in the world aren't black, aren't white, aren't wrong, aren't right, but most of everything is just different. And now I know that there's nothing wrong with different, and that we can let things be different, we don't have to try and make them black or white, we can just let them be grey.
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