Guilt for being rich and guilt thinking that perhaps love and peace isn't enough and you have to go and get shot or something.
Time you enjoy wasting was not wasted.
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect...
And finally I twist my heart round again so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be and could be if there weren't any other people living in the world.
