I Like To Build Places Online Where

As Long As We Don't Die, This Is Gonna Be One Hell Of A Story.

And Yet Still I Worried. I Like Being A Person. I Wanted To Keep At It. Worry Is Yet Another Side Effect Of Dying.

Were She Better Or You Sicker, Then The Stars Would Not Be So Terribly Crossed, But It Is The Nature Of The Stars To Cross.

Youth Is Counted Sweetest By Those Who Are No Longer Young.

And Then It Was The Kind Of Dark Your Eyes Never Adjust To.