Time Jumps. It Leaps. It Pours Away

Fridays Are The Hardest In Some Ways: You’re So Close To Freedom.

Every Choice Is Limited. That's Life.

It's Too Late. I've Seen Things...i've Lost Things You Can't Understand.

We're Killers, All Of Us: We Kill Our Lives, Our Past Selves, The Things That Mattered. We Bury Them Under Slogans And Excuses.

This Was What Being Cured Was Like: Like Being In A Fishbowl, Circling Always Inside The Same Glass.