Life Goes Quickly, Doesn't It?

You Have Peace," The Old Woman Said, "when You Make It With Yourself.

Going Back To Something Is Harder Than You Think.

Lost Love Is Still Love. It Takes A Different Form, That's All. You Can't See Their Smile Or Bring Them Food Or Tousle Their Hair Or Move Them Around A Dance Floor. But When Those Senses Weaken Another Heightens. Memory. Memory Becomes Your Partner. You Nurture It. You Hold It. You Dance With It.

There Are Two Stories For Every Life; The One You Live & The One Others Tell

Being Unheard Is The Ground Floor Of Giving Up.