Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.
I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.
His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.
What you see, isn't always what you get
You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.
It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?