If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
(via cynical-mindss)
The windows have seen my darkest days
They remain silent
Reflecting sadness
On the other side
Nothing stirs
No one knows
The pain I know
