But Our Eyes Are Different,

Silence Was His Escape, But Silence Is Rarely A Refuge.

I Would Lying If I Said I Would Laugh In The Face Of Death.

By Now, The Morning Sun Was Just Over The Horizon And It Came At Me Like A Sidearm Pitch Between The Houses Of My Old Neighborhood. I Shielded My Eyes. This Being Early October, There Were Already Piles Of Leaves Pushed Against The Curb—more Leaves Than I Remembered From My Autumns Here—andless Open Space In The Sky. I Think What You Notice Most When You Haven’t Been Home In A While Is How Much The Trees Have Grown Around Your Memories.

You Count The Hours You Could Have Spent With Your Mother. It's A Lifetime In Itself.

For Better Or For Worse, I've Watched People Die In Front Of Me. I See How They Are In The End. And They're Not Cynical. In The End, They Wanna Hold Somebody's Hand. And That's Real To Me.