No One Ever Really Gets Used To

Everyone Loves The Dream But I Kill It.

Losing The Possibility Of Something Is The Exact Same Thing As Losing Hope And Without Hope Nothing Can Survive.

Maturity, One Discovers, Has Everything To Do With The Acceptance Of ‘not Knowing.

I Want Something Else. I'm Not Even Sure What To Call It Anymore Except I Know It Feels Roomy And It's Drenched In Sunlight And It's Weightless And I Know It's Not Cheap. Probably Not Even Real

Through All The Windows I Only See Infinity.