I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.

I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt.

It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.

There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and reached.

So much of life is in the smallness of moments...but they are harder to mark. So we need the grander celebrations and occasions. People like to feel significant.

There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.

In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most.