We can only be one person

Man, the things that come to us in the middle of the night.

Even prophets lay down under trees. Even heroes get tired.

Joy Division – 1980

One little indian

Don't give up

The harder you try, the bigger the fall

Oh! My Delilah... if only you had truly loved me.

Every spring, graduation season stirs something ancient in me—ghosts of choices, absences, and half-formed goodbyes.

how many roads must a man walk down?