It is only this - the nervous ache and pleading of life.

A good friend moved away today. I hate losing people. I've met so many in my life that I wanted to keep but couldn't. People leaving, people dying. I want to hold on to them but there's nothing to hold on to. Nothing to take with you when you go. All you have is inside.

The depths that lead to death are the only ones that create. Stagnation is the true enemy.