I love you. They can't take it away.
We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.
like I am Alice in the Wonderland and have gotten too big for the room.
It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.
So many things become beautiful when you really look.
That's the easy thing about falling: there is only one choice after that.