Fair Weather

How pleasantly they wish us unwell. Go to hell.

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What shall we make of the books that you read?

What shall we make of the words that you said?

What shall we make of the life that you've led?

The sun is high, and the wind is fine.

The time is right for you to die.

Trailer 2

This is by far the darkest part of the corridor.

This is where I rest for the day.

This is where I wake through my nights.

This is where you'll find me.

Don't bother looking.

Tear On

I am out of ink, so I sink my thoughts into light.

I am out of paper, so I scribble notes on my skin.

I am out of thoughts, so I borrow and I beg.

I am out of sounds, so I stay silent for a bit.

I am out of love, so I give away what I get.

I am out of strength, so I lie as still as I can.

And so I go on, until of course,

The moment comes, when I am out of words.

The Uncertainty of Our Principal Principles

Hold on.

Exit Strategy

"We are each other's cocoons, and we are monsters waiting to morph into beautiful, wondrous beings."

"But I don't want to cut through you."

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She dug her nails in deep and ripped the skin apart.

The light in her eyes became a lightness in her heart.

She walked into freedom, and gave herself a name.

He held his silence, embarrassed and ashamed.