He Puts The Killing Thing In His

I Can't Imagine Us Saying These Things To Each Other Out Loud. But Even If I Can't Imagine Hearing These Words, I Can Imagine Living Them. I Don't Even Picture It. Instead I'm In It. How I Would Feel With Him Here. That Peace. It Would Be So Happy, And It Makes Me Sad Because It Only Exists In Words.

I Think All True Stories Are Hopeful Stories. I Don't Think There's Any Room For Nihilism.

No Reason To Be Angry. Anger Just Distracts From The All-encompassing Sadness.

All Those Paper People Living In Their Paper Houses, Burning The Future To Stay Warm.

This Star Won't Go Out. And It Won't. We Won't Let It.