The Abstract Kills, The Concrete

I Have To Live My Life, And It Is The Only One I’ll Ever Have.

No Day Is Safe From News Of You.

The Silence Depressed Me. It Wasn't The Silence Of Silence. It Was My Own Silence.

Please Don’t Expect Me To Always Be Good And Kind And Loving. There Are Times When I Will Be Cold And Thoughtless And Hard To Understand.

I Had Imagined A Kind, Ugly, Intuitive Man Looking Up And Say, 'ah!' In An Encouraging Way, As If He Could See Something I Couldn't, And Then I Would Find Words To Tell Him How I Was So Scared, As If I Were Being Stuffed Farther And Farther Into A Black, Airless Sack With No Way Out.