To love or to be loved, one does it for its sake. But for love complying with hardship, is it worthy to take risk? To take lives? Who knew, if love meant to be together again when death called upon? Or to die to stay together? What if it's an airy silence to hang up when one must love, one must die! Like a speck of hope in the spitting fire; it's centuries of love now compelled. If you can die, you can live. To be loved, to love first.

~ an excerpt from J. Murphy's dairy.