Well This Is Just A Fist. But

When Someone You Love Dies, You Don't Lose Them All At Once. You Lose Them In Pieces Over Time, Like How The Mail Stops Coming.

I Would Challenge Anybody In Their Darkest Moment To Write What They're Grateful For, Even Stupid Little Things Like The Green Grass That Made Them Feel Good, The Friendly Conversation They Had With Somebody On An Alevator. You Start To Realize How Rich You Are.

I'm Not In A Recession. I'm Doing Very, Very Well. I'm Doing Incredibly Well. I Just Want To Be Honest. I Really Am Kicking Ass.

Hope Walks Through The Fire. Faith Leaps Over It.

I Really Want To Love Somebody. I Do. I Just Don't Know If It's Possible Forever And Ever.