Extant

The machinery called Time sings its age-deaf tune.

A change of digit is the cure to the watch-maker's stone heart.

Change is Nine. 

Firestarter

I want you to be my light,
Even if it were an old fool's gamble.
Because you are not the Queen of Diamonds

But my Hearts of Fire. Fire! Fire! Fire!

Don't anyhow fire!

Taste It

The feeling of being alive and having breath, so that you can see things change for the better. Yes, things suck now. But tomorrow, and more tomorrows to come, we'll find a way out. I can hardly get myself to think properly to write a coherent entry these days.

Wake up! I'm alive, and I'm on your side.