Every star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.
Kettle thingies. Yum.
Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.
...maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe it's what keeps us together.
There's nothing here to say good-bye to. There's no dancing girl. No mischievous smile. She's gone, off with her sisters, broken free, escaped. And if she were here now, she would say, "Go.
Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.