I have a friend right now who is probably gonna travel to another country and search for a wife. And I wanna be like, dude, wherever you go, there you are. If you go looking for her, you'll never find her. But if you stay and look for yourself, then she will find you.
This year, however, was dead silent.
Did I even have a mouth? My pages ran dry. A dense grey fog rolled in so slowly I didn't feel it coming. I just knew that one day, everything looked hazy and far away and slow and