It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.

I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.

A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?