Go down any road far enough and you'll come to a slaughterhouse, but keep going and you'll reach the sea.

Hark, dumbass, the error is not to fall but to fall from no height. Don't fall off a curb, fall off a cliff.

You start with a darkness to move through but sometimes the darkness moves through you.

You want happy endings, read cookbooks.

Here is a semi-transparent pebble I picked up on the way to my EKG. Probably worthless but it is my heart so take it.

There are no ordinary feelings. Just as there are no ordinary spring days or kicked over cans of paint.

but nothing can be taken back, not the leaves by the trees, the rain by the clouds. You want to take back the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel remains in the wound, some mud.