we run because we want to be chased.

so many thoughts and feelings that run through our minds each day and each night. we've learnt to keep them to ourselves. we bury them with us and they go deep into our graves when we die.

the evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones.

let's now strive towards burying both good and evil. impossible.

there are no beginnings, only ends. there are no ends, only beginnings. it's either, or neither. there's no all, only nothing. all or nothing. there's no happiness or sadness but happiness and sadness. there's no laughter or tears, only tears and laughter.

but thy eternal summer shall not fade.