Each individual has their own unique color, which shines faintly around the contours of their body. Like a halo. Or a backlight. I'm able to see those colors clearly.

I don’t know what it means to live.

let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.

Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.

The facts and techniques or whatever they teach you in class isn't going to be veryuseful in the real world, that's for sure.

It's not me but the world that's deranged.

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves.