What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasn't been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below.

If there are rules, we're the ones making them. We can change them whenever we want to.

Sometimes it's a struggle to live in the moment.

Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere.

What wonderful thing didn't start out scary?