For my days vanish like smoke,       
my bones burn away as in a furnace.
I am withered, dried up like grass,       
too wasted to eat my bread.

And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was, when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why.

I loved you at your darkest.

If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.

Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.