Pride Blinds People To The Truth Of

Grief Is Not As Heavy As Guilt, But It Takes More Away From You.

I Point At A Window To My Left, And It Explodes. Particles Of Glass Rain Over Us. ‘you’ll Have To Do Better Than That,' I Say.

But I Think That No Matter How Smart, People Usually See What They're Already Looking For, That's All.

We Are Not The Same. But We Are, Somehow, One.

Though I Know That He Had Something To Do With The Attack Simulation, And With All Those Deaths, I Find It Difficult To Pair Those Actions With The Man I See In Front Of Me. I Wonder If This Is How It Is With All Evil Men, That To Someone, They Look Just Like Good Men, Talk Like Good Men, Are Just As Likeable As Good Men.