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.

Pretend – inside your skin – you've got a friend, who's willing to give you everything you ever wanted in exchange for all you've ever been.

...others, with halos shaped like rollercoasters you'd stand in line to ride twice.

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

I don't care to be good, Sheriff. I care to be whole.

Stop congregating in the valley just because an echo sounds good when it agrees with itself.

You are the home I point to that lives in my chest.