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

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible

Teens find out a lot from other teens.

If you let hope inside, it takes you over. It feeds on your insides and uses your bones to climb and grow. Eventually it becomes the thing that is your bones, that holds you together. Holds you up until you don't know how to live without it anymore. To pull it out of you would kill you entirely.

I have tried to be righteous all my life. Yet I have never been content.

Writing, painting, singing -- it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death's footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives.