So I'm finally someplace where what I always believed is truer than ever before. Nights are when things really begin and mornings are when everything ends. Unfortunately I have to push through several more mornings before I believe my life can begin again. For now I have to focus on others, it's not that long really.
I don't dream at night though, glad I didn't get the medicine that induces dreams. I dream enough during the day, remembering or pretending what my life is really like.
I have coprolalia except instead of swearing I involuntarily say I love you at random intervals.
The only ones we can be certain we love are the ones we've lost.
We live our lives in order to provide a theater for our friends. Play your parts, it's a comedy to somebody.
We're drunk on butterflies and the spirits made from our souls.
Let's build a house out of flowers and broken dreams. Dreams are prettiest in the dawn of failure. Flowers are pretty always.
Hearts are not bulletproof but walls are.
This dream can't be ours. Not while you refuse to admit you're still asleep.
In trying to be all things to all people you failed to be anything to one.
