People Take The Feeling Of Full For

That’s The Nice Thing About Dreams, The Way You Wake Up Before You Fall.

And Yet You Are All That You Have, So You Must Be Enough. There Is No Other Way.

You Wake Up One Morning And There It Is, Sitting In An Old Plaid Bathrobe In Your Kitchen, Unpleasant And Unshaved. You Look At It, Heart Sinking. Madness Is A Rotten Guest.

Hatred Is So Much Closer To Love Than Indifference.

There Is, In Fact, An Incredible Freedom In Having Nothing Left To Lose.