“And after all this time,” she told her friend, “he has been living in his own world.”
“Without a doubt, I want to know what it’s like to stand next to him in there, to be a part of it.”
“But I heard that it’s all messed up,” she spoke slowly, as if she was choosing each word,
“His world, is just so messed up. And I’m messed up too. Maybe that’s why I don’t have the courage to take another step closer to him.”
She continued after a short pause,
“I don’t want our messed up worlds to collide only to explode into nothingness.”
— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #149