Vol. 3 Ch. 5 P. 2
Some people are beautiful like the ruins are:
Their charm comes from having survived and then…
Vol. 3 Ch. 5 P. 1
The world builds you up, then tears you down.
It holds your hand, then lets you go.
It loves you,…
Vol. 4 Ch. 3 P. 1
You are not somebody that I used to know.
It turned out that I did not know you at all.
Vol. 3 Ch. 3 P. 3
And if ashes are all that remain of me
then I shall content myself in knowing that
at least at one…
Vol. 3 Ch. 3 P. 2
Prayer is when one hand, having no one to hold, reaches for the other, in a sweet, silent plea.
Vol. 3 Ch. 3 P. 1
Somewhere along the way,
I stopped being your choice and started becoming a consequence.
Vol. 3 Ch. 2. P. 2
Sometimes it feels like we’re all just part of the game.
And I don’t even know who’s playing.
Vol. 3 Ch. 2 P. 1
“When will you let me fly on my own?
“When I’m certain you can find your way back home.”
