Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.

We are only what we know, and I wished to be so much more than I was, sorely.

Humans live in a pit of cheating, exploiting, hurting, incarcerating. Every time, the species wastes some part of what it could be. This waste is poisonous.

I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.

The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.

Whoever opined "Money can't buy you happiness" obviously had far too much of the stuff.

Probably" is a word with an emergency ejector seat.