I may not be the most likable person in the world, but I try not to upset people.

So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

The world is full of ways and means to waste time.

The worst thoughts usually strike in the dead of the night.

You know what it’s like when you’re trying to fall asleep and it only makes you more wide awake?

Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining.