Apart

"Terrible things
happen to
good people
every day.

Consequentially
I am not
one of the
good people.

I am one of the
terrible things."
-Marianna Paige

This is something I read recently and wanted to share.
I also wanted to share this, Playlist for November

I haven't felt this blank in awhile. Roads could continue on like the depths of the mind, and there is no home. Once you are on this path, things erode behind you. Sucked dried as you move along. Absorbed but not digested; just weighted. The beautiful things that I come upon act as light posts on this highway. The path giving definition amongst the dark. "Light is easy to love. Show me your Darkness" - Red Queen... I am but a peculiar moth, who has begun to love the cold while being in the presence of the warm light.

Something else I wanted to share, a short story by Neil Gaiman story here

out.