I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.
It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.
I can't shove the dark out of my way.
If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else.
This is what I want: I want to grab my brotherโs hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.
The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.