shokudou .-

There is a phantom of hope, and a flower of gloom. No one can decide which, they just linger in between. All life we maroon and desert them both, to always return. Remain is al we do, as long as it is, we are alive, as long as it is, we are the trying brave.

I no longer cannot tell the diference between being stubborn and determined, the fine line dividing dementia from value, sanity and virtue come in different colours for me.