What Happens When People Open

After All This, I Won't Start To Hate You.

Then When Dusk Began To Settle He Would Retrace His Steps, Back To His Own World. And On The Way Home, A Loneliness Would Always Claim His Heart. He Could Never Quite Get A Grip On What It Was. It Just Seemed That Whatever Lay Waiting "out There" Was All Too Vast, Too Overwhelming For Him To Possibly Ever Make A Dent In.

I've Always Liked Libraries. They're Quiet And Full Of Books And Full Of Knowledge.

Distance Might Not Solve Anything, No Matter How Far You Run.

The Worst Thoughts Usually Strike In The Dead Of The Night.