"Sit down on a tiny bench and take a minute to miss the something you never had. The feeling is yours, you made it from scratch. It’s foggy but it’s real and it hurts. Try to keep your head up and your eyes wide. Keep yourself company. You’d rather be here than at arm’s length somewhere else."

for some, its passes without thought. for some, they carry to their grave.

we cannot move on if we do not understand, and we cannot understand if there is no reason.

yes, there are things with no reason.