We Are All Dying Of Life.

Be Yourself. Above All, Let Who You Are, What You Are, What You Believe Shine Through Every Sentence You Write, Every Piece You Finish.

Spend As Much Time As You Can With Your Mouth Shut And Your Eyes And Ears Open.

The Pain Comes From Knowing That We Have Never Been Safe, And Therefore Will Never Be Safe Again. It Comes From Knowing We Can Never Be So Ignorant Again. It Comes From Knowing We Can Never Be Children Again. Losing Innocence. Remembering Heaven. That Was The Essence Of Hell.

The Pain Comes From More Than The Facts Of Circumstance, Or The Deeds Of Others. It Comes From Within. From Understanding What We Lost. It Comes From Knowing How Foolish We Were - Vain, Arrogant Children - When We Thought Ourselves Happy. It Comes From Knowing How Fragile And Doomed The Old Ways Were, Just When We Thought Them And Ourselves, Secure!. The Pain Comes From Knowing We Have Never Been Safe, And Therefore Will Never Be Safe Again. It Comes From Knowing We Can Never Be Children Again.

We Are All Dying Of Life.