When You Love Something You Just Don't

As We Age, We Become Our Parents; Live Long Enough And We See Faces Repeat In Time.

But How Can You Walk Away From Something And Still Come Back To It?

What Are These Fundamental Principles, If They Are Not Atoms?" "stories. And They Give Me Hope.

She Was The Storm, She Was The Lightning, She Was The Adult World With All Its Power And All Its Secrets And All Its Foolish Casual Cruelty.

I Think Hell Is Something You Carry Around With You, Not Somewhere You Go.