With death comes new life, sometimes in the strangest of forms.
Sometimes, you’ve got to love yourself.
Sometimes we go too far, and lose the chance for escape.
If you can’t dance, jump!
Following the herd is easy when you’re constantly connected by little threads.
Being placed in what seems like unbreakable boxes.
With time, comes growth. In this case vertically.
Serious people can be funny too.
Controlling another under the safety of a disguise.