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

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

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.

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?

Reading the situation correctly is part of getting through it safely.

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