Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.
After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.
I was sand, I was snowโwritten on, rewritten, smoothed over.
Though as he'd say, what is 'belief' but a willingness to suspend the negatives?
What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.
But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.