The journey back is always longer than the forward run.
I've come to terms with it, it knows I know.
There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces.
If you love somebody, tell them.
People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.
I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home.