Just another cold, misty morning inviting, "want to go again?"
I remember everyone who leaves.
This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It's little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.
My friends need to be punished.
Write the book you want to read
Truth is always served by great minds, even if they fight it.
I just know that it's smart for my career to carve my own path and do my own thing.
And questions give us no rest. We know not why our curse makes us seek we know not what, ever and ever. But we cannot resist it. It whispers to us that there are great things on this earth of ours, and that we can know them if we try, and that we must know them. We ask, why must we know, but it has no answer to give us. We must know that we may know.