When You're In A Place, The Details

I've Always Written About Animals. I'm Still Trying To Process Why That Is.

My Mother Always Says That Fear And Pain Are Immediate, And That, When They're Gone We're Left With The Concept, But Not The True Memory.

Come On, Is Your Heart A Sponge Or A Fist?

In The End, All You Want Is Someone To Long For You When It Comes Time To Put You In The Ground.

The Dead Are Celebrated. The Dead Are Loved. They Give Something To The Living. Once You Put Something Into The Ground, Doctor, You Always Know Where To Find It.