I Just Want To Fly

The Marks Humans Leave Are Too Often Scars.

So We Gave Up. I'd Finally Had Enough Of Chasing After A Ghost Who Did Not Want To Be Seen. We'd Failed, Maybe, But Some Mysteries Aren't Meant To Be Solved.

Because You Are Beautiful. I Enjoy Looking At Beautiful People, And I Decided A While Ago Not To Deny Myself The Simpler Pleasures Of Existence

I Think All True Stories Are Hopeful Stories. I Don't Think There's Any Room For Nihilism.

You Live For Pretentious Metaphors.