I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end
That's what I love about fire, how it would kill me as quick as anybody else. How it can't know I'm its mother. It's so beautiful and powerful and beyond feeling anything for anybody, that's what I love about fire.
Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.
I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.
These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.
The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.