Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory.
Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.
I've always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.
I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?
The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending.
She is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist.