Jordan tattoos the words "forgive me" in thick black letters down the inside of his arm so that when he looks at his wrist he will remember not to hate himself so much. What he keeps forgetting is that there is life after survival.

I would fall in love with you if you would beat these people out of me.

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost.

I choose to politely ask myself to step aside if I am in my own way. If I do not get out of my way, I choose to call a friend who will have me removed.

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

The future gets no say in who we are.

There was a typewriter buried alive in that horse, the one I road to get out of the flood.