...wanting Change Is Step One, But Step

Once You've Arrived At The End Of The World, It Hardly Matters Which Route You Took.

We Are Where We Are, However We Got Here. What Matters Is Where We Go Next.

Is This Muteness A Real Physical Handicap? One Of The Many Symptoms Of Being Dead?or Do We Just Have Nothing Left To Say?

The Past Is Made Out Of Facts...i Guess The Future Is Just Hope.

The Shadows Of The Room Pool In The Lines Of Our Faces, Draining Our Eyes Of Hue. "there's Nothing Left Worth Saying.