The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.
I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season
Reality's just the accumulation of ominous prophecies come to life. All you have to do is open a newspaper on any given day to weigh the good news versus the bad news, and you'll see what I mean.
At times like this, adults need a drink
That's how people live in the real world: forcing stuff on each other.
No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.