It's Like The Human Race Has Been

They Both Seemed To Understand That Describing It Was Beyond Their Powers, The Gratitude That Spreads Through Your Body When A Burden Gets Lifted, And The Sense Of Homecoming That Follows, When You Suddenly Remember What It Feels Like To Be Yourself.

To This Day, She’s Still Sad. Because There’s Not Some Finite Amount Of Pain Inside Us. Our Bodies And Minds Just Keep Manufacturing More Of It. I’m Just Saying That I Took The Pain That Was Inside Of Her At That Moment And Made It My Own. And It Didn’t Hurt Me At All.

It's Like The Human Race Has Been Programmed For Misery.

Because, Really, What Was Worse Than Lying Wide-awake In The Dark, Watching Your Life Drip Away, One Irreplaceable Minute After Another?

Back Then, When Everybody Thought The World Would Last Forever, Nobody Had Time For Anything.