You Say Into My Cracks

I'd Rather Wonder Than Get Answers I Couldn't Live With.

We're Professional Worriers. You're Constantly Imagining Things That Could Go Wrong And Then Writing About Them.

We Can't Love Our Neighbors Till We Know How Crooked Their Hearts Are.

They Love Their Hair Because They're Not Smart Enough To Love Something More Interesting.

You Could Hear The Wind In The Leaves, And On That Wind Traveled The Screams Of The Kids On The Playground In The Distance, Little Kids Figuring Out How To Be Alive, How To Navigate A World That Wasn't Made For Them By Navigating A Playground That Was.