Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening,
but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love.
It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death.
We must never become the victims of our own fantasies. We weave the very dreams that ensnare us. Be careful, lest you create a reality that makes the waking world more painful. Perhaps we merely fall in love with love, and that is what sustains us. It is simply our own thoughts that seduce us. If our own thoughts can seduce us, then surely they can kill us too. How can we escape ourselves? Do we escape ourselves in other people? I this the secret? That we simply need others to help us forget ourselves? By loving those that are no longer here do we escape the present? Is it medication? We medicate ourselves until the drug of choice no longer works. When the drug stops being supplied we go into withdrawal. We are all drug dealers, supplying drugs to ourselves. Every high is followed by a low. Sometimes we go so low we can't get out. Sometimes we need someone else to give us their stash.