Labyrinth Lost

I`m going to let you in on a little secret, Ladybird. If you can`t learn to sacrifice the small things, you`ll never get the thing you`re after.

Not all loves are meant to last forever.

Fear. Awe. It`s the same thing, I guess.

I am fear. I am the shadow of your mind. I have no name. I am everything you hide, and I cannot be defeated.

"Don`t be sorry," she says. "Just don`t do things to be sorry for."

I don`t know what I`m doing. I`ve never been here, and I made that clear. It`s fifty percent suicide. But if we don`t do this, you`re already dead.

"How long have I been out?"
"Time is a human fabrication," he says, like he`s reciting from a textbook, "and doesn`t exist in Los Lagos."
I roll my eyes. "How many fabricated minutes on the ticking thing around my wrist was I out for, then?"

"Trust me!"
How can I trust him when he pulls his hands from mine and lets me go?

Sometimes when I`m with her long enough, I forget about all the things I can`t tell her - the fear, the cantos, the ghosts. I forget and let myself just be.

I can feel the secrets pushing against my veins, and in turn, I push right back -- hiding them deep inside, where I hope one day even I won`t be able to find them.