Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.
Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life.
I never wanted children, maybe I'm afraid of responsibility.
We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.
The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.
Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.