My ears were full. Nothing more, not one more sound, could push into them and be registered.
I can only tell my story, what you believe is up to you.
It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life.
I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.
Afterwards, when it's all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?
If you don't have dreams, how do you maneuver reality? Where do you get the ideas to change reality if not from dreams?