Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.
Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.
You think sex is dirty. You have a dirty mind.
It's ironic, isn't it? Our goal was great. Our path was dark.
We all die. It's just a question of when and how horrible it's going to be.
You search endlessly for permanent happiness in a world where nothing is permanent.