I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.

Long live protest songs, in whatever form they take.

placid, adj. Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.

You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.

In small letters, someone has written NEVER FORGET on one of the slats. I know it's supposed to be a pledge, but it feels like a curse. Don't we have to forget some of it? Don't we have to forget this feeling? If we don't, how will we live?

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you