reoccuring thoughts

sometimes I just get lines that repeat over and over in my head until I find a place to place them.

Here are a few as of late:

this lobe here, is where I let many lovers linger too long.

There's something about watching bruises on the body heal, it makes one believe that there is hope for the soul.

The demons become bigger, the risk greater. But this is the price for the Gift, is it not?