No matter how bad things get, you can still walk away.

They're just words is all. Powerless. Vocabulary. Dialogue.

This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you.

I don't want to die without a few scars.

Love and life belongs to great risk.

The liberator who destroys my property is fighting to save my spirit. The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set me free.

I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.' A spinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined.