As you see, context is everything and nothing at the same time. Words stand alone and with each other.

Trains are all the ways you miss each other-wrong train, wrong tracks, wrong time.

As you see, context is everything and nothing at the same time. Words stand alone and with each other.

I am no longer the left behind. I am the living. And I want everything this life has to offer. I stop for a second and look around at all the shops and stores and stalls. At all the people, going about their days, at all the moments they're living. This is what I want. I want to live every moment. I want to feel everything.

My mom was there to answer the unanswerable, to make sense of the fault in our life - and we got through that somehow; we came out on the other side. Now I'm 0 for 2 and I don't get any more pitches to swing at.

To come to peace with the moving on. It is a gift, in a way. We spend so much of our time fighting death, as we should. But sometimes the greatest gift we can give ourselves, and in turn the ones we love, is to know when to let go. To know when it is time—and to be at peace with that.

Sometimes instinct can be wrong. But sometimes it can be right too. And sometimes you just have to take it on faith.