Grief Is Like Sinking, Like Being Buried.

I’m Sorry For Everything.” Then He Turns And Pushes Back Into The Woods, And He’s Gone.

We Wanted The Freedom To Love. We Wanted The Freedom To Choose. Now We Have To Fight For It.

This Is The Past: It Drifts, It Gathers. If You Are Not Careful, It Will Bury You.

Amazing How Hope Lives. Without Air Or Water, With Hardly Anything At All To Nurture It.

I Need Him To Know That I Came For Him. I Need Him To Know That Somehow, At Some Point In The Tunnels, I Began To Love Him.