Slice of Life

I had reached my life long limit of lies. I couldn’t tell one more lie.

Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.

No, you can’t die from insomnia.

Maybe the human race deserves to be wiped out.

We have front row seats for this theater of mass destruction.

Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.

A man can convince anyone he’s somebody else, but never himself.

People do it everyday, they talk to themselves… they see themselves as they’d like to be, they don’t have the courage you have, to just run with it.

What would you kill for?

I miss you more than I can bear, but we had our time together. I have to let you go.

He was an honest man, and he didn’t deserve any of what happened to him.

This place makes me wonder. Which would be worse, to live as a monster, or to die as a good man?

Wounds can create monsters in you.

Once you’re declared insane, anything you do is called part of that insanity.

You act like insanity is catching.