Neat! Or... the mind is a beautiful visitor, but a terrible owner. We are living things, and thoughts are just our observers. It's a terrible thing to treasure the observer and end up trashing the art.
"You scare me," he said. 'Why? "Because I tell you things I can't even tell myself." // I sincerely search for a man to spend my life with who can tell me the things he can't tell himself. That's love.