We are all just walking each other home.
There is always a sheet of paper. There is always a pen. There is always a way out.
H. L. Mencken (via blua)
God is just out my back door, yet I choose not to visit. I would rather sit alone and scheme on how to be remembered, on what more that I can do here to cement the evidence that I once walked these roads with you. It is a futile exercise. I know it is, and yet I persist.