Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.
I am a series of small victories and large defeats.
A spark can set a whole forest on fire. Just a spark. Save it.
I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love.
they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things
There's nothing unusual about love.