Nate Ruess
This getting old is getting old. I often find myself here thinking about the birds, the boats, and past loves that flew away or started sinking. It's crazy here without you. I used to think this all was ours. We'd stay up late, debate on how we'd find our way. Say it's "all up in the stars."
Markus Zusak
- I Am The Messenger
I ask you: What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me! But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it's here. It's now. I have to go through with this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same. I'll kill this man and also die myself, inside.
