I Am Not A Label

Maybe My Identity's Been Stolen. Or Maybe I Was Sleep-shopping!

It's A Girl. It's A Little Girl, With Scrunched-up Petal Lips And A Tuft Of Dark Hair And Hands In Tiny Fits, Up By Her Ears. All That Time, That's Who Was In There. And It's Weird, But The Minute I Saw Her I Just Thought: It's You. Of Course It Is.

To Have Someone Who Never Makes A Mistake, Never Finds Her Personal Life In Disarray, Never Worries About Work-life Balance? I Think That Would Be Unreal. What Im Writing Is Real.

There's Nothing Like Your Mother's Sympathetic Voice To Make You Want To Burst Into Tears.

She Was The Most Beautiful Thing You Ever Saw. She Was Radiant. And She Was Wearing This Necklace... When You See The Necklace In The Painting, It All Makes Sense. He Loved Her. Even If She Lived To One Hundred And Five Without Ever Getting An Answer.