Everyone carries a piece of everywhere we’ve been. It’s a nice thought. Or maybe it’s a curse. I guess it depends on your experience.
Where will you go when you’ve finished this assignment?
It’s been years since you’ve seen the sun, and you’re a wreck. You’re half the woman you used to be, and even she wasn’t impressive.
The cycle continues. Nothing ever changes, but everything does. Such a paradox is lost on the young folk of today.
The endless gloom of space. It’s fascinated and terrified humanity since we knew it existed.
You’ve lived like this for how long? Foolish boy, forever drowning yourself in your tears, using it as your coping mechanism because anger fails you.