“sometimes i get tired of all the struggles i have yet to fight, all the stories i have yet to tell, all the places, the words, the people, i have yet to travel, to write, and to see…
sometimes i just want to sit in my own little corner and watch the world pass me by…
sometimes i wish someone would just sit there, quietly beside me, and know, without saying a word, without asking a question, all the fears and demons hiding inside me,
and somehow i wish that someone would understand.
sometimes i ask myself, if you could be that someone somehow sometime.”