There Is No Advice That I Can

Believe Me, When You Die, It's Everybody Else's But Your Problem

I Don't Know Why, But There's Always The Part Of You, The Part That Hides In The Shadows Protecting The Self-destruct Button, That Doesn't Ever Want To Leave The Dark Behind.

All Families Have Their Secrets, Most People Would Never Know Them, But They Know There Are Spaces, Gaps Where The Answers Should Be, Where Someone Should Have Sat, Where Someone Used To Be. A Name That Is Never Uttered, Or Uttered Just Once And Never Again. We All Have Our Secrets.

I Lost My Dad. He Lost His Tomorrows And I Lost All The Tomorrows With Him. You Could Say That Now, I Appreciate Them When They Come. Now, I Want To Make Them The Best They Can Possibly Be.

She Didn't Feel Thirty. But Then Again Again, What Was Being Thirty Supposed To Feel Like? When She Was Younger, Thirty Seemed So Far Away, She Thought That A Woman Of That Age Would Be So Wise And Knowledgeable, So Settled In Her Life With A Husband And Children And A Career. She Had None Of Those Things. She Still Felt As Clueless As She Had Felt When She Was Twenty, Only With A Few More Gray Hairs And Crow's Feet Around Her Eyes.