Black Sheep

It's a cruelty of life that we can never protect our own innocence. We can only watch ourselves lose it in retrospect.

Our past is not the truth. It's warped by time and emption, inevitably muddied by love and resentment, jou and regret.

Strange how within all of us is a compulsion to run both away from and toward danger. Survival instinct and self-destruction. Curiosity, deviousness, boredom, desire… They can all override evolution.

Some people need conspiracies, finding the simple horror of the truth too brutal.

The thing about danger is, it always has a face. It chooses whether to show it to you or not.

Easy to forget stars are mortal; they’re born, and they die. They shine for legacy.