Did you tell freedom hello for me?
Perhaps... you love too fiercely.
Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.
A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.
There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.
I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when the only other option is death. Maybe that's what being a parent is supposed to feel like.