The Labyrinth Blows, But I Choose It.

I Don't See Any Point In Nihilism... Just As I Suppose The Nihilist Sees No Point In Everything Else.

The Risen Sun Too Bright In Her Losing Eyes.

I Kept Waiting For That Loneliness And Nervousness To Make Me Want To Go Back. But It Never Did.

I Don't Think You Can Ever Fill The Empty Space With The Thing You Lost.

I Learned That Myth Doesn’t Mean A Lie; It Means A Traditional Story That Tells You Something About People And Their Worldview And What They Hold Sacred. Interesting.