People Are Like Ants: Just A Few

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

It's Too Late. I've Seen Things...i've Lost Things You Can't Understand.

I Can Admit, Now, That I Must Have Loved Lena. Not In An Unnatural Way, But My Feelings For Her Must Have Been A Kind Of Sickness. How Can Someone Have The Power To Shatter You To Dust--and Also To Make You Feel So Whole?

There Are Some Losses We Never Get Over.

I Think Of Grace And Feel A Sharp Pain In My Chest.