There’s no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day.
Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet.
A mirror does not exist by itself. A mirror is a half.
Remember? When we were all so young and innocent, without broken hearts, we were so beautiful. Why couldnt we all stay that way?
We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.
Or might the soul clone itself, create a perfect imitation of something yet to be defined?
In this way, can a reflection be altered?
I don’t think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow
Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it? What is it?
We won’t say our goodbyes
You know it’s better that way