Incomplete Sentences. You'll get the jist.
Pan's Labyrinth
...what we are waiting for...
When We Look @ The World
Full of Fear, Full of Rage
Gravity has not been kind. We float aimlessly through space trying to land on our heels, on stability. There is no glue. No way to stay put. Constantly moving, changing, seems like there is no hope for sanity. Seems like there is no hope at all. With our hands holding tight through meteor showers. With our hearts in sync. With our eyes on each other. Never forget. Never let go. But there are magnetic fields tugging in different directions. Our knuckles scarred, our fingers barely holding on. With little strength we struggle, pushing one another over the bumps. I see happy, I see a place of goodness, of absolute peace. I do not know whether to tell him it is for us though it is up ahead in the distance, so close. I do not know whether it is for us.
Chasing The Ones That Make Us Sick