Extending your hand is extending yourself.
and if the world breaks down, I'll be around.
The journey back is always longer than the forward run.
The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.
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.
People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.