But Sorry Is The Kool-aid

He Began To Cry, Not Hysterically Or Screaming As People Cry When Concealed Rage With Tears, But With Continuous Sobs Who Has Just Discovered That He's Alone And Will Be For Long. He Cried Because Safety And Reason Seemed To Have Left The World. Loneliness Was A Reality, But In This Situation Madness Was Also Remotely A Possibility.

Go Now. Our Journey Is Done. And May We Meet Again, In The Clearing, At The End Of The Path.

The Simple Truth Of Things Is That Bad Dreams Are Far Better Than Bad Wakings.

Dead Was The Gift That Kept On Giving. Dead, Like Diamonds, Was Forever.

Bad Chances Were Better Than No Chances.