Staring in to those eyes. Staring in to that face. I can see history written from the scars of the heart.
Why does it happen?
There is no reason. No consequence of fate. There is only unlogical madness, which is as it always was, the true will of a person.
This is the way of the world, for it is written on each persons face, like the pages of a book with no meaning. Just words… Meaningless words.
So many who misunderstand will believe they’re owed something, anything, but what does it matter?
It doesn’t. Just like a meaningless word written on a face.