Shine a light on the good things that we did. 

When I am surrounded,
torture me with all I wanted. 

I think I love you like a car crash.

All of ‘em. Everyone you saved, everyone Sammy and I saved. They’re all dead. And there’s this woman haunting me. I don’t know why. I don’t know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It’s like my old life is like, coming after me or something. Like it doesn’t want me to be happy. ‘Course I know what you’d say - well, not that you who played softball, but - you’d say, “Go hunt the djinn. It put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness over all those people’s lives? No contest.” Right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? Mom’s not supposed to live her life? Sammy’s not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad?

a bad combination, in the dark

we’ll see everything

I should run for my gun,
but I’m lying instead
in your hands. 

I’m finally on my way home.

soldier

violence