Parting has no remedy. You remain silent until you speak, and then the space in your lungs is left empty. We win a victory over nothingness. Nobody cares. If we die in proportion of the words we toss around, then our resting ground is really meaningless. Just turn the lights off before you leave.– Page read by SMARANDA LUNA.
Everything is nothing. No one sees majesty and charm in you and me once the freshness of our bodily youth wilts. People only see indescribable sadness. We become invisible and useless. All this ruin…– Page read by VANESSA PLACE.