We can either try to change everything or just make the most of whatever time we have.

Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it.

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?

And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.

I'm falling in love. I am in love. And it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.

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.