How Often Do We Do

I'd Forgotten How That Sort Of Craving Felt, How It Rose Suddenly And Loudly From The Pit Of My Stomach Like A Flock Of Startle Birds, Then Floated Back Down In The Slow, Beguiling Way Of Feathers.

The Only Wrong Thing, Perhaps, Is Permanently Hesitating On The Verge Of Courage.

You Put His Brain In A Bird, The Bird Would Fly Backwards" -secret Life Of The Bees

Once You Know The Truth, You Can’t Ever Go Back And Pick Up Your Suitcase Of Lies. Heavier Or Not, The Truth Is Yours Now.

Just To Be Is Holy, Just To Live Is A Gift.