We Are Perfect In Our Imperfection.

You Have Stopped The Arrow Of Time... There's No Meaning To This Rhyme... Because My Song Will Never Mean As Much As The One.. He Once Sang.. For You, Yes, You.

That's What All Love Comes Down To, Doesn't It? We Help Others Only As Much As They Let Us.

Humans Find Meaningfulness Where None Exists Because We Want To Create A Sense Of Order In This Chaotic Universe. It's Called Apophenia. (and It's Also The Reason People Believe In God.)

I Love When I Reach Marcus On The Phone And As He Says Hello, I Can Hear The Music He's Listening To In The Background. That Music Is The Sound Of Him Without Me. How He Surrounds Himself When I'm Not There, Which Is Almost All The Time.

This Is My New Hobby. I Watch My Life Depart Minute By Minute. I Anticipate The End Of Everything And Anything -- A Conversation, A Class, Track Practice, Darkness -- Only To Be Left With More Clock-watching To Take Its Place. I'm Continually Waiting For Something Better That Never Comes. Maybe It Would Help If I Knew What I Wanted.