Please Don't Judge Me Too

Forget Jack, I'm In Love With The Cold, Dirt Floor.

Parents Were The Only Ones Obligated To Love You; From The Rest Of The World You Had To Earn It.

She'd Loved Him As Much As He'd Let Her. More Than He'd Let Her.

Age Is Not So Much A Feature Of Your Character, As The Spot Where You Stand For A Pretty Fleeting Time On The Arc Of Your Life.

A Tree Is Such A Rich Metaphor In A Million Beautiful Ways. You Can Consider A Tree Growing And Consider Its Connectedness To All Things Above And Under The Ground.