Time seems so inconceivably vast, until it crushes, pressing you paper-thin between one broken-heartbeat past, and the laughter yet to come.

In between awake and asleep, that’s where one finds their most conscious dilemmas trying to surface.

Reason has always been obliterated by the sensation of profound solitude, perhaps that is why we replace the aching of isolation with the anguish of abuse.

Social hierarchy doesn’t hold a candle to the power of feeling isolated in your own skin.

Time seems so inconceivably vast, until it crushes, pressing you paper-thin between one broken-heartbeat passed, and the laughter yet to come.

We are not defined by the choices that are made for us, but by the choices we make when we believe all other options have been taken away.