Sometimes a butterfly flaps its wings and the weather turns out fine.
Grief denied will surface in borrowed clothes, the mad, sad clothes of paranoia, fear or loneliness
You inherit your environment just as much as your genes.
For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.
You need to bridge the gap between reality and freedom. Drugs are the bridge.
Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.
Who can say they saw a whole play or read a whole book? Each has their own experience, their own play, their own book