It's a fact of life. Hearts are always hurting. And yet they still keep pumping.
Who needs a stupid grampa-loving, book-reading, good-smelling boy who I like to talk to?
It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.
Everyone got older but forgot to grow up.
Silent is the ruined land. Man is brutal and the rain does not wash away the pain or rid the distant memory. It makes it glisten.
I took that smile and I put it right where the hole in my chest was. It was better than coffee, or chocolate, or a perfect pirouette. I clutched it and held it tight.