We live in a dream and when our lives are over, we’ll finally wake up and realize the world is asleep. We’ll empty our lungs, and strum out our heartstrings; we’ll simply wake up and realize the beauty in life. One day we’ll scream and get rid of our demons- we’ll empty our souls, take the world off our backs. And as for me, well, I’ve been through some bad times, but I’ve kept my head up and imagined a place with just you and me. Some day the world will stop and so will our hearts. I love you so.
I’m so damn sorry that I fucked up. And despite all my best efforts to analyze the minds of great writers by studying the words they once wrote, I’m no closer to cracking Joyce than I am myself. Is it always like this, or is it in my head? I’m sorry for everything.