Books—they Weren't Ladders Out Of

We Imagine People As Animals Or Gods. -but She Was Just A Person, A Girl.

Leaving Feels Good And Pure Only When You Leave Something Important, Something That Mattered To You. Pulling Life Out By The Roots. But You Can't Do That Until Your Life Has Grown Roots.

There Is No Them. There Are Only Facets Of Us.

Breaking Up Isn't Something That Gets Done To You; Its Something That Happens With You.

And I Wanted To Tell Her That The Pleasure For Me Wasn't Planning Or Doing Or Leaving; The Pleasure Was In Seeing Our Strings Cross And Separate And Then Come Back Together.