No One Gets Left Behind,

This Is A Story About A Man Named Eddie And It Begins At The End, With Eddie Dying In The Sun.

Being Unheard Is The Ground Floor Of Giving Up, And Giving Up Is The Ground Floor Of Doing Yourself In. It’s Not So Much, What’s The Point? It’s More Like, What’s The Difference?

And I Suppose Tapes Are A Desperate Attempt To Steal Something From Death's Suitcase.

At That Moment I Felt Lonelier Than I'd Ever Felt Before, And That Loneliness Seemed To Squat In My Lungs And Crush All But My Most Minimal Breathing. There Was Nothing Left To Say. Not About This. Not About Anything.

I Also Believe That Parents, If They Love You, Will Hold You Up Safely, Above Their Swirling Waters, And Sometimes That Means You'll Never Know What They Endured, And You May Treat Them Unkindly, In A Way You Otherwise Wouldn't.