It is better to be alone in a room full of people than to be left to your own devices. It’s much harder to tell yourself you’re fine than it is to tell other people. The thing about crowds is that you have to put on this face to make people believe that you’ve made it through the war, clean of bloodstains and unharmed. You have to pretend that you are stronger than you look. You have to believe it.
But when you’re alone, and nobody is there for you to fool but yourself, it suddenly becomes a struggle to stay lucid in pretty thoughts. When everybody else gets tired of “you” and chooses to leave, you have nowhere else to go.
To find death is the only true escape from these corrosive thoughts we call home.

Birthdays are quite morbid, counting the years we have graced suspended time with our presence. And as these years pass, you wonder how long you have left on this continuously ticking clock; how many more hours you have to slowly decay in the garden of life. Would it still be considered decaying if we stopped watching clocks? Would they tick at all?

Nothing truly belongs to just one person. as we must all move on from these mortal constraints. We continually borrow things from an unknown provider - possessions, thoughts, time. Always taking from mysterious sources. We forget that all that we take must be replaced, in one currency or another.

What if all we saw when we looked at somebody was the way they looked when they’re turned inside out, innards exposed to the outer world. What if we did not see the shell of a person, but instead their essence. what could be achieved, what greatness could we foster if we skipped the extended moments of learning a new person beyond an appearance? who would we be if we were transparent?