Waiting to exhale.

How can something so twisted and so empty be so beautiful? Emotionless and stone cold but roaring with so much fire, desire that I cannot keep inside me.

"If they eyes are the window to the soul, then grief is the door. As long as it's closed it's the barrier between knowing and not knowing. Walk away from it and it stays closed forever. But open it, and walk through it, and pain becomes truth." -Dexter

I have been preparing for this my entire life.