“I wonder if death will always taste this good”

“My fingers smell like soil and my lips taste like sugar and I'm so awake right now I wonder if I'll be able to sleep tonight.”

“I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.”

“There are many of them in the world, I think, good men and women with their frail deeds. Wondering what might have been, how things might have danced, if we had only dared to be bright.”

“The salt of his tears tastes like the sea and I don't see the shore.”

“And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.”

“I wonder if there have been other errors.”