One Look At Each Other

This Is Not My Life. These Are Not My Cobwebs. This Is Not The Darkness I Was Designed For.

Pain Is Not Wat You Get, It Is Wat You Give.

She Was Tired Of Everyone Wanting To Go To Heaven, Nobody Wanting To Die. The Only Thing Worth Grieving Over, She Said, Was That Sometimes There Was More Beauty In This Life Than The World Could Bear.

The Thing About Love Is That We Come Alive In Bodies Not Our Own.

I Want The Younger Writer To Know That She Or He Is Meaningful, That What They Have To Say Is Powerful In This World. But They Can't Come Indoors, They Can't Close The Curtains, They Can't, Like, Lock Themselves Away From The World And Say Nothing.