For the first time she saw that the nurse's name was Tabitha.

It's always nervewracking to put yourself out there. But it's the root of joy.

Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile

I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search for her ; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.

It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions.

The present no matter what I brought couldn’t change the past. The Past was set and sealed.

A tree is such a rich metaphor in a million beautiful ways. You can consider a tree growing and consider its connectedness to all things above and under the ground.