We are doomed to choose, and with every choice, an irreparable loss.

The economy of having and not having; needing, wanting and then lacking

I guess that is what they mean when they say life isn't fair.

Receipts recording transactions can be found lodged somewhere in the cracks in my memory, and heart made of sand.

Somewhere in between here and where we were supposed to go,
I faltered and drifted away.

how do i love?

Take me home.