We do our best to live our very best life, but mayhaps our best life is the afterlife, and mayhaps that was the mystery grasped by the world long ago.
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
Where there is depth, there shall be naught, and where we wade in the shallows - there will be peace.
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
I want to have the book fully written (not edited, just written) by the end of November, at the very latest. The title of the book is 2203.