the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.

It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.

Dying in a a war never stopped wars from happening.

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.

My ambition is handicapped by laziness

We use such big words to move nowhere.