i don’t want to become a mystery. i refuse to become another goddamn mystery.

you wanna know what the worst part is? i'm starting to believe you.

counting on those raindrops, give me roots into the ground.

hands down, heart wide
i've only ever known the fight
but i'll catch you this time,
i'll never let you out of my sight

...we need to make the most of the time we have — to live our lives the way we wanna live. every minute... every moment, matters.

you will not make every perfect choice, and the fear that you will make some choice that does some wrong within the world is exactly what your enemies are hoping will stop you.

i think our experience of the universe has value. even if it disappears forever.

you will go home and find that home is not home anymore. then you will really be in trouble. as long as you stay here, you can always think: one day i will go home.

as he sings to me, here by your side i will stay

i forgot who i was without him, he took everything from me.

so, rather than and they lived happily ever after, i favor a more honest and hopeful closing:
and they lived.

you aim to dissolve and i crave to exist.

if this is out of love, i don’t know if i believe in love

rising like a wave, it's clear
that i'm everything and nothing all at once

the promised time will arrive once more.

i wake up and it's october, the loss is yours

and i’ll dream each night of some version of you
that i might not have but i did not lose

always an angel, never a god

you wanna know what the worst part is? i'm starting to believe you.

if the world chooses to become my enemy, i'll fight like i always have.

what if you could leave ruby rose behind? shed like an old coat? ...what might happen if you don't?

and i’ll dream each night of some version of you
that i might not have but i did not lose

waves of gold overwhelm my senses, a fire blooms
why should i fight to connect with a world i cannot exhume?,

i am martin blackwood, and i am not lonely anymore. i want to have friends; i- no, i have friends. i-i'm in love. i am in love and i will not forget that; i will not forget.

i do not know this man, i think. he is no one i have seen before. my rage towards him is hot as blood. i will never forgive him.

when push it comes to shove, we do not fall out of love
we double down, we do not fade.

please don’t leave me. i can’t do this on my own. please. i’m not enough on my own. alone. all. all alone.

— how are you feeling?
— ...like everything's going to be okay.

i am not scared of death,
i've got dreams again

could it be the price of an aversion to god?