what you werewill not happen again.the tigers have found meand I do not care. - Charles Bukowski
2AM where do i begin,Crying off my face again,The silent sound of lonliness,Wants to follow me to bed - Christina Perri
And the next time I reach for my pen,it won’t be to write about you again.The sun will feel warm on my skin once more,and I will get drunk on the colors of the skyinstead of tasting hangovers dripping from strangers’ lips. - Sade Andria Zabala
The two brothers who sought to get their only family back, to feel her warmth, one lost his last family member and the other could never feel warmth again.The one who wanted her baby back lost chance of having one again,And the one who had a vision to see his country change became blind. - Hiromu Arakawa