And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.
Time goes on even when we do not.
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
Hope in this world bleeds out of the barrel of a gun.
And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.
Hope can make people do terrible things.