The Insomnia Museum

miss you now. I miss you even when I’m with you.

who are hurting are dangerous. They’ll stamp out everyone and everything just to try to stop the pain.

Being was remembering. Playing was forgetting.

You only want a little bit, she said. The world is black and strange down here and you only want to go to the place that nobody else can see. You want to have courage and love and the mind to do it all and you never want to go home again. But Dad. You have to stay here. You have to stay home. Because. Look at me. Look at my hands. Dad, I’m home. I’m home. I’m home.