The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear.
There's a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.
so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another
love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.
Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.
So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.