Torn Between Fear And Something

Just Because It's Fiction Doesn't Mean It's Any Less True.

After A Certain Point, A Heart With So Many Stress Fractures Can Never Be Anything But Broken.

I Never Said I Do Not Remember, My Grandmother Corrects. I Said I Prefer To Forget.

After All, Once You Know That Part Of Something Exists, It Stands To Reason That The Rest Of It Is Somewhere Out There, Too.

The First Question She Was Asked Was What Do You Do? As If That Were Enough To Define You. Nobody Ever Asked You Who You Really Were, Because That Changed. You Might Be A Judge Or A Mother Or A Dreamer. You Might Be A Loner Or A Visionary Or A Pessimist. You Might Be The Victim, And You Might Be The Bully. You Could Be The Parent, And Also The Child. You Might Wond One Day And Heal The Next.