Now I can think about the world, truly think about it.
Leaving something for the next generation is like writing your name on a foggy glass which disappears as the glass clears. It doesn't matter.
Too much happened too fast, like a plot twist in a book. But unlike the reader, I can't go back a few pages to reread and understand what happened.
I am in step with time and I think that time is surprised, not me.
Let's change the tunes to old songs and sing them once more.
When you're left with no choice but to wait, doing what you planned to do isn't an option.
Today it seemed like the whole city was out and I couldn't handle it.
We all know tomorrow will still happen even if we cease to exist.
There is nothing more miserable than seeing endless darkness even when there is light.
The process of getting better is torturous, it's so much work.