There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.
It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.
I am hunted by humans.
The silence was always the greates temptation.
Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.