While They're Still Alive, People Can Become

If I'm Going To Merely Ramble, Maybe I Should Just Snuggle Under The Warm Covers, Think Of Miu, And Play With Myself.

All Right, Then, I Thought: Here I Am In The Bottom Of A Well.

You're Wrong. The Mind Is Not Like Raindrops. It Does Not Fall From The Skies, It Does Not Lose Itself Among Other Things. If You Believe In Me At All, Then Believe This: I Promise You I Will Find It. Everything Depends On This." "i Believe You," She Whispers After A Moment. "please Find My Mind.

Thinking About Spaghetti That Boils Eternally But Is Never Done Is A Sad, Sad Thing.

Memories Warm You Up From The Inside. But They Also Tear You Apart.