Her ghosts follow her everywhere. They choose her actions as my demons choose mine. We’re puppets on the strings of grief and guilt. No, not only guilt for me. The whole choir of insanity pulls my chains.

If I do one good deed in my life, let it be for you.

My gang was a symbol of fear, then a symbol of hope. Now, it’s a symbol of salvation.

You were like a brother to me. I knew you a moment, yet I knew you forever.

Wherever we go, we go together.

We cling to a candy facade in a desperate, pathetic attempt at comfort to fill the void each year of life deepens. Time hollows us out till we’re no more than a brittle shell of what-could-have-beens.

Be decisive. Be an inspiration. Take fate by the balls. Live large, or die trying.

Perhaps we all become each other in the end, melted together with our shared experience, our shared burden.

When some doors close, they close forever.