Eyes lit on sharp threats from dark lips
The lights press the soft skin to rough hands
I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.
I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there - that is living.
`Fyodor Dostoevsky.