I don't believe in God but I believe in you. We are all going to die. The trick I'm learning now concerns taming the crippling constriction of Time. Not Time Itself, but my own personal concept of it. I don't know what comes after. I'm pretty sure it's void. But I don't want to think about that now. Even at twenty-five, you gotta start sometime. Starting is hard as fuck when it's from the bottom of a mud pit. Yet here I am. I cannot wait to breathe and feel the sunshine and be human again. I've learned how to live. All I need now is a soul.

God does not exist. But you do.

Our love was the tree that fell in the forest.

Will you hear it years from now?