...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.

my youth, one time, that time I knew even through the nothingness, it was a celebration of something not to do but only know.

The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.

It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

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.

people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.