Happiness Is Found When No One Is

It's The Way He Says My Name: Like Music.

Grief Is Like Sinking, Like Being Buried.

Quiet Through The Grave Go I; Or Else Beneath The Graves I Lie

This Was What True Fear Was--that You Could Never Know Other People, Not Completely. That You Were Always Just Guessing Blind.

Alex Loved Books. He Was The One Who First Introduced Me To Poetry. That's Another Reason I Can't Read Anymore.