The smell of coffee. Costumers talking. And then there is you in the corner laughing at your book with your hair in a bun. I hope to see you more.

There's nothing like spirits and magic right?

Have you ever loved something so much that it hurts you? Because I have.

Trying to play my role in this game of house.

Is this really life? Is there nothing else out there? Can't I be free from this? What did I do to deserve this?

My thoughts as I hold an imaginary staring contest with my bed in this prison.

Did you ever believe in the story of the man in the moon?

I don't want this life anymore. I will run and run until I'm finally free... Alternative ending to "And It All Goes Black"

I always stay behind, wating for her, and at 10:30 the door opens and the musci begins. Twirling, spining and dancing. I can never take my eyes of her.

Four walls surround me, giving me orders. And I shall obey.