I just want to listen to the trains and not think about all the dogs howling at the moon.  I want the moonlight to glisten off the path between me and death. My madness is your madness is his madness.  No one really wants to live forever.  He who imagined the fountain of youth is a fraud.  I can’t live forever. I can’t watch this shit forever. We’re all going somewhere and it’s to the grave.  That unassailable reality is the only thing that keeps me from taking the next bus to Death’s house and slipping through the back door.  I want cold gray skies to make everyone realize that they’re never really safe. I just want the world to be still for one skipped heartbeat, and to feel that it’s one beat they’re never getting back.