Soft Flesh Is Eaten By Hard Teeth.

Warm Bodies Ended Up Becoming One Of The Most Personal Relatable Things I've Written.

You Might Say That Death Has Relaxed Me.

What's The Point Of Trying To Fix A World We're So Briefly In?

I Can Feel It... The Chance To Start Over, To Live Right, To Love Right, To Burn Up In A Fiery Cloud And Never Again Be Buried In The Mud.

I Wonder How Well She Sleeps At Night, And What Kind Of Dreams She Has. I Wish I Could Step Into Them Like She Steps Into Mine.