I Didn't Know Then What

In A Way, Humans Are Not Made Of Skin And Bones As Such, As We're Made Of Stories.

Now And Then Sprays Of Rain Flew Over And Misted Our Faces. Every Time I Refused To Wipe Away The Wetness. It Made The World Seem So Alive To Me. I Couldn't Help But Envy The Way A Good Storm Got Everyone's Attention.

I Realized It For The First Time In My Life: There Is Nothing But Mystery In The World, How It Hides Behind The Fabric Of Our Poor, Browbeat Days, Shining Brightly, And We Don't Even Know It.

You Are My Everlasting Home. Don't You Ever Be Afraid. I Am Enough. We Are Enough.

My Mother's Life Was Way Too Heavy For Me.