The pulsing beat that resounds in my head is the mere echo of that which pounds in my chest.

I'm afraid of stopping and realizing something heartbreaking, something that I already know.

I'll never grow old. Not a positive trait. There is a lack of emotional maturity that makes me wonder why I get so serious about girls.

Emerging from a tunnel, it's like a new world. We enter in the rain and emerge into an arid world.