They ask, how could this happen here? Well. How could it not happen here?
What if what you know isnโt what people want to hear?
Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?
Energy can't be destroyed, only converted into something different. So when a person dies, where does that energy go?
Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.
I think people do things all the time in the name of love that they shouldn't be doing - such is the nature of us.