There Is No Best And No Worst,

You Do Not Immortalize The Lost By Writing About Them. Language Buries, But Does Not Resurrect.

Sometimes You Lose A Battle. But Mischief Always Wins The War

The Point Is That There Are Always Answers.

And Then We Were Kissing.....the Space Around Us Evaporated, And For A Weird Moment I Rally Like My Body; This Cancer-ruined Thing I'd Spent Years Dragging Around Suddenly Seemed Worth The Struggle.

I'm Not Sure If I'm Depressed. I Mean, I'm Not Exactly Sad. But I'm Not Exactly Happy Either. I Can Laugh And Joke And Smile During The Day, But Sometimes When I'm Alone At Night I Forget How To Feel.