"man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. but to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. if there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself. " tolstoy
hold your head high, little darling. you'll make it home again. to a place you once knew long ago, a time to pretend. you'd rather look back than forward to what you used to know. but i wouldn't blame you for it cuz the heaviness only grows.