Harder to get in than out, like so little else.

It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.

Doesn't it seem sometimes that the whole world's uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy.

Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.

Silence is so freaking loud

I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.