Quiet Through The Grave Go I; Or

That's The Easy Thing About Falling: There Is Only One Choice After That.

Funny How Time Heals. Like That Bullet In My Ribs. It's There, I Know It's There, But I Can Barely Feel It At All Anymore.

In My Head I Try And Reach Back, Through The Fence, Past The Smoke; I Try And Grab His Hand And Pull. Alex, Come Back. There Is Nothing To Do But Sink. The Hours Close Around Me, Encase Me Completely, Like A Tomb.

The Flip Side Of Freedom Is This: When You're Completely Free, You're Also Completely On Your Own.

Grief Is Like Sinking, Like Being Buried.