I'm Not Interested In Who

When Allowed To Return To The Class, Your Feelings Of Humility And Lonesomeness Will Render You A Much Finer Student And Person.

Getting Over What You Did To Me Is Not Why I Get Out Of Bed Anymore.

Because Sometimes I Live In A Hurricane Of Words And Not One Of Them Can Save Me.

Facts Interest Me Less Than The Trailing Smoke Of Stories.

Being Alive Is A Common Road. It's What We Notice Makes Us Different.