My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound.My mind, I hope, will soon be found.

I'm beginning to think of hope as a dangerous, terrifying thing.

He was a man who felt too much, and his heart was so large that things got lost in it

I am not myself.My thoughts are tangled in words that are not my own.

It’s like there are a million screams caught inside of my chest but I have to keep them all in because what’s the point of screaming if you’ll never be heard and no one will ever hear me in here. No one will ever hear me again.