I've never walked home wearing just a pink robe and a pair of slippers.

I often wonder what drives people to do things. Whether it's put into their minds at birth, or if it is learned as they grow. Maybe it's even forced upon them by circumstances that are out of their hands. Does anyone have control over their lives or are we all helpless?

It hurts to be around life. People don't understand how close death is, right over their shoulders, around the block, at the end of a street. It's everywhere.

Maybe if I try hard enough, we'll fall into each other and become one single person and we can share our pain instead of carrying it by ourselves.

I've been at the place where it seems like the only way left is down.

I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what's in them, but afriad I'll lose what they carry.

Everyone will hurt you if you let them in.