If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else.
I didn't know love felt like this, like turning into brightness.
I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.
But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?
I don't know how the heart withstands it.
I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.