So the crow spirals down through a collapsed dream and the only sound it makes in like a concave scream.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
Childhood is over when you know you’re gonna die.
We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain.
It's not death if you refuse it... It is if you accept it.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.