Flying or falling, it's up to us.

moments bleed together, no span to time

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

I'd never really thought past the whole dying-for-the-sake-of-the-world part of things. When you're alive, you don't dwell on how you're going to spend your time once you're dead. You just figure you're gone, and the rest will pretty much take care of itself.

I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss

Was it worth it? Feeling better for a minute or two, knowing that the cold would still be out there waiting?

we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers