i am not afraid to keep on living i am not afraid to walk this world alone

i’ll say it here, i’ll tell you soon, until then, i love you

no one ever says all the love you give might not be enough..

...but whatever happens, you can't fall in love with me. even if you think you have...it's not real.

always an angel, never a god

and then you are awake, somehow together, somehow apart. in pain and a little more broken than before.

run, cloud, run away. you have to leave, you have to live.

please, don't leave me now, you're still a part of me i'm taking backwards steps without you next to me.

it's amazing how much blue there is in the world if you look. you're different colors of flame. bismuth burns blue, and cerium, germanium, and arsenic. see? i pour you into things.

don't think you're apart, from the world that make you

you think you look older, i think you look alive

but the world is scared of hesitating things yeah, they only shoot the birds who cannot sing

no one ever says all the love you give might not be enough..

we'll slowly float past each other in our little boats, hearing our own hearts in each other's chest, and watch each other like stars we don't know are dead.

i'm gonna fuck it all up, and i'll probably pay with my life

eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. what was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

and then you are awake, somehow together, somehow apart. in pain and a little more broken than before.

who put me in your way to find? what right had you to not let me die?

counting on those raindrops, give me roots into the ground.

— i expected no one more than you to understand — i expected no one more than you to want to live.

i don't know what i'll be, but i like the direction i'm going.

because you were lied to, does not mean that everything is a lie. do not take the crimes of those who have manipulated us and put them at the feet of the world.

— he made the world simple. when i was with him, everywhere felt like home. without him, nothing does. — so.. until you're feeling better and your home wakes up.. will you let me share my home with you?

— you don't want to do this. — no. i don't.

left at the graveyard, i’m driving past ghosts their arms are extended, my eyes start to close

— nothing hurts here. it's just quiet. even the fear is gentle here. — this isn't right. this isn't you. — it is, though. i really loved you, you know?

— i saw how hard you pushed yourself when we were- — let me ask you something. do you really think you're a monster?

i'm getting too comfortable in my skin again laughing too loudly at my own jokes again

but i'll be back, oh you know i'll be right back heart intact, head in lap, i'll still be your best friend.

we observe the outline rarely, and eventually, unknowingly, we erase the outline

hey, sonic! enjoy your future - it's gonna be great!

and the edges of your soul i haven't seen yet, now i'm glad i get forever to see where you end

because you were lied to, does not mean that everything is a lie. do not take the crimes of those who have manipulated us and put them at the feet of the world.

someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.

i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.

you're not alone, the world is small, and i am sick of all the talk of finding purpose

in another universe i tell you everything on my mind, but i'm in this universe and i am sitting on my bed wondering when this will end.

and in this frozen moment you focus on only the next step, because that is the only way you have learnt to persist. and to persist is to believe that a future, any future at all, is possible.

there are holes in your eyes filled with impossible light

like sage gives its scent when you crush it. like stone is hard. they were happy and i could touch it.

keep your faith. travel hopefully. the universe will surprise you. constantly.

i forgot who i was without him, he took everything from me.

as every second turns into centuries, i think of every other me who ever wished that this is where they'd be.

and when the reaper comes knocking, let him know that i have lived.

but perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten; things that require a smaller, more honest soul.

the promised time will arrive once more.

you will not make every perfect choice, and the fear that you will make some choice that does some wrong within the world is exactly what your enemies are hoping will stop you.

can you imagine what that's like? to be completely and utterly failed time and again by someone who meant the WORLD to you?

the mission's never been more clear; we're not all dying here

when your stomach stirs from the grief you buried years ago, you will heave out the filth. you’ll make room for your heart again. and you will write about the birds. they will not be caged.