There is something sacred in the silence. The sound of her ragged breath and pounding heart. And in that moment we are separate from the world.

There was once a time when men were defined as great due to their actions rather than the other way round. Nowadays it seems the curse of the celebrity has numbed us to the things that really matter, it is gossip generation.

Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley

I talk inside my own head, because some things are better left unsaid.

It is better to feel pain , than nothing at all