I can run like the wind, and I can be still as a stone. But, best of all, I can decide which.

“oh, the letters have dropped off, though they say you got them all; i finally figured out some things you’ll never know. take back your life and let me inside. we’ll find the door if you care to anymore.”

it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—