“Everybody dies. Wait, everybody DESERVES a death. For some of us, we come close but it isn’t the end, shattered and bloody we walk away from the train wreck. But what’s left? What’s the cost? We’re scarred. We move and breathe but I wouldn’t say we survive.” The room was silenced, but Jasper had nothing
You used to ask me.. What does pain feel like? You told me that there will come a time, When we will feel the sun, but not know it as the sun, Hear the wind, but not know it as the wind, And our ribcages will open out like arms in front of us.