And I realize, so suddenly that it hurts, just how empty a creature can be, while still filled to the brim with drowning agony.

— D.R. Hedge

Is there more to see?" Brixton asks. "No. Just a long walk back to hope.

— D.R. Hedge

It's what we do, we continue on. Yet, what is the point? There is nothing ahead of us when there is nothing left of us.

— D.R. Hedge

No amount of speed could break me of this darkness... The sorrow is ever clinging to me.

— D.R. Hedge

Once a month, for one evening, we are free to wear our natural skins. We are on the outside as we are internally.

— D.R. Hedge

We aren't taught to mourn. We're told to forget.

— D.R. Hedge