The world didn't end with a whimper or a bang. Your life finished in complete silence. Gone in a blink. And then there was nothing.

Inside the minds of those who fall mad are two things: obsession and inspiration. The obsession is the fire. The inspiration is the fuel.

My darling Prometheus, you failed at being human. It’s such a simple thing to be human. You didn’t understand that you never had to be any good at it. You simply had to try. The modern Prometheus. I feel your inadequacy under my skin. Crawling like worms. You possessed that love and rage indeed. Entertain away, dear Monster. Frankenstein forced you into humanity. Tried to make you a man. That was his first mistake. You should have aimed for the Gods.

It felt familiar. But just because it was familiar, it didn’t make it easy.

Life's a circle. There are no lines we can cross.

If you don’t grow. If you don’t learn. If you don’t change. If you don’t listen. It’s likely you’re wrong.

Dreams are memories we’ve lost to sleep.

What is infinity? I haven’t a clue.But maybe that’s the whole point I’ve been attempting to explain to you.The fact that it’s not knownOr seenOr heard.Infinity is every person, every being, every bird. Infinity is a simple mystery.It looks like a mystery.Tastes mysterious.Feels like something completely delirious. We cannot imagine what this sound could be.All we can imagine is infinity.

Two dreams and a cup of coffee later.

What a selfish boy you are. You wished for the world but all you received were the skies.