Everything You See, You Might Be Seeing

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

I Notice Faint Scars On Her Wrists And Forearms, Thin Lines Too Symmetrical To Be Accidents.

Enough White Lies Can Scorch The Earth Black.

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

I Would Like My Life To Be A Movie So I Could Cut To A Montage.