I am hunted by humans.
Even death has a heart.
He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.
Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.
Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.
I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.