We make patterns, we share moments. Sometimes, I think I'm the only one to see it.
Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.
No, really. I free you.' I don't want to be free.
She'll understand what I already know - that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between your teeth.
I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.
Keep breathing. Just keep doing it. It's easy. In and out.