Everyone Loves The Dream But I Kill

No One Ever Really Gets Used To Nightmares.

The Finest Act Of Seeing Is Necessarily Always The Act Of Not Seeing Something Else.

...she Still Cannot Resist Looking Out The Window Every Couple Of Minutes. The Sound Of A Passing Truck Causes Her To Glance Away. Even If There Is No Sound, The Weight Of A Hundred Seconds Always Turns Her Head.

Even The Brightest Magnesium Flare Can Do Little Against Such Dark Except Blind The Eyes Of The One Holding It. Thus One Craves What By Seeing One Has In Fact Not Seen.

Keep True To The Rare Music In Your Heart, To The Marvelous And Unique Form That Is And Shall Always Be Nothing Else But You. Keep To That And You Can Do No Wrong, Which I Realize Is Easier Said Than Done.