Itโs sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isnโt locked.
Isaac MarionI think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls finally hit the rock bottom of the universe. And then they scraped a hole through it, into some ... darker place.
Isaac MarionI don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse.
Isaac MarionBut we donโt remember those lives. We canโt read our diaries.โ โIt doesnโt matter. We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.โ โBut can we choose that?โ โI donโt know.โ โWeโre Dead. Can we really choose anything?โ โMaybe. If we want to bad enough.
Isaac Marion