He Was Still In Love With You,

The Memories Seem Like Snapshots From Someone Else’s Life.

Rainstorms Are Incredible: Falling Shards Of Glass, The Air Full Of Diamonds.

It's Amazing How Words Can Do That, Just Shred Your Insides Apart. Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones, But Words Can Never Hurt Me - Such Bullshit.

That's The Thing: We Didn't Really Care. A World Without Love Is Also A World Without Stakes.

Direction, Like Time, Is A General Thing, The Deprived Of Boundaries And Borders. It Is An Endless Process Interception And Reinterception, Doubling Back And Adjusting.