In The End, Like So Many Beautiful

The Ones With No Imagination Are Always The Quickest To Justify Themselves.

Everytime You See A Flood Like That On The News You Tell Yourself: That's It. That's My Heart.

No Matter Where I Go, I Still End Up Me. What's Missing Never Changes. The Scenery May Change, But I'm Still The Same Incomplete Person. The Same Missing Elements Torture Me With A Hunger That I Can Never Satisfy. I Think That Lack Itself Is As Close As I'll Come To Defining Myself.

I’m Just Kinda Tired. Like A Monkey In The Rain.

Each Of Us Possesses A Tangible Living Soul. The System Has No Such Thing. We Must Not Allow The System To Exploit Us.