You broke me bodily. The heart ain't the half of it, And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way. In fact, I'm laughing less in general, But I learned a lot at my own funeral. And I knew you'd be the death of me, So I guess that's the price I pay.

I just hope it was okay, I know it wasn't perfect, I hope in the end we can laugh and say it was all worth it.

Some people wear their smile like a disguise. Those people who smile a lot, watch their eyes. I know 'cause I'm like that a lot. You think everything's ok, and it is . . . 'till it's not.

I am a work in progress Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding Offering me intricate patterns of questions Rhythms that never come clean And strengths that you still haven't seen

Let's grow old and die together. Let's do it now.

I'd rather suffer the consequences of truth than of silence.

I'm an atheist how unfortunate it is to assign responsibility to the higher up for justice amongst people.