One touch can change the world, set in motion an unstoppable force, open the gates to freedom, save a person's life. It can also kill a million people.

Some people have burdens on their heart, but they don't know and don't care. Others pretend they have burdens that they don't have to grab attention to themselves.

Does the end justify the means? Does telling a lie for the sake of truth make it right? Does wasted time ever become useful? Does justice have precedence over love? 
Do bloody hands reveal guilt, or do they reveal innocence?

Is it possible to hate loving? Or to love hating? I mean that in the true senses of both words.

Why are questions easier than answers? Why is contrast so striking?

How do you cleanse a dirty heart? How do you heal a broken soul? How can you trust God when He is so surreal? How can you expect others to trust something you don't understand? How is it that reality is less important than a fantasy utopia? How do words become worthier than deeds? How does fake win out over real? How come you can feel good about bad things?

The routine seems so pointless. I'm happy in a depressing sort of way.