I Regret How Much I Believed In

I See Myself As Someone Who Makes Things. Definitions Have Never Done Anything But Constrain.

What's So Horrible About Being Dead Forever, And Not Feeling Anything, And Not Even Dreaming? What's So Great About Feeling And Dreaming?

Sometimes I Can Hear My Bones Straining Under The Weight Of All The Lives I'm Not Living.

It Has Shown Me That Everything Is Illuminated In The Light Of The Past. It Is Always Along The Side Of Us...on The Inside, Looking Out.

We Shared The Smile Of Recognizing Ourselves In Each Other.