I like the idea that we build up these walls or rules or laws to maintain our reality, and when they fall away, you're left with a whole bunch of illusions.

I love [that] you smile at me, I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near... I believe this is heaven to no one else but me.

You've been gone so long from all that you know. It's been shuffled aside as you bask in the glow. All the beauitful strangers who whisper your name, do they fill up the emptiness? Larger that life is your fiction, in a universe made upon one.

I want to be alone. Sympathies wasted on my hollow shell. I feel there's nothing left to fight for. No reason for a cause.

I've been so busy I haven't had a chance to go crazy. I don't party like I used to

Nature is a perfect example of the harmony between the beautiful and the brutal. You turn over a pretty rock and there are worms writhing underneath.

I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.