Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

It is sometimes necessary for each person. Fill up with delicious food, get drunk, sing loudly and chat frivolously.

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell.

People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring.

Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror.

Generally, people who are good at writing letters have no need to write letters. They've got plenty of life to lead inside their own context.