I Can Only Hold On

Sometimes You Have To Put Your Fears In Order.

The Bruises Go Away, And So Does How You Hate, And So Does The Feeling That Everything You Receive From Life Is Something You Have Earned.

I Zipped Myself All The Way Into The Sleeping Bag Of Myself, Not Because I Was Hurt, And Not Because I Had Broken Something, But Because They Were Cracking Up.

I Always Write Out Of A Need To Read Something, Rather Than A Need To Write Something.

You Have To Do Something Bad To Do Something Good.