pick a time

once every day.

to look up at the sky.

it's the biggest white board you could imagine.

when i tell you we miss you

every time you visit

it means we stopped being friends

when you left us.

who do you think you are?

you think life is some kind of game?

why yes. isn't it?

I mean, you've been keeping score this whole time.

there are no secrets,

only silent lies.

when their hearts become ill

and they don't know why,

let them know,

it's okay not to know the answer.

that you'll still be there to fight alongside them

'til their demons have retreated.

you know that place?

where we can all fly

and make peace from our pieces?

let's go back there sometime...

...i'll call you

it's not the philosophy that you've developed

and crafted into your mind

that makes you smart.

it's the philosophy you make

together, with all the world

that truly matters in the end.