if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.
magic persists without us no matter what we may do to try to spoil it
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it
and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.
In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.
This incompleteness is all we have.