She said she married an architect, who kept her warm and safe and dry. She would like to say she loved the man, but she didn't like to lie.
I'm not the quiet sensitive little guy I was. I can't be. There's just too much after me.
I wish I had more time to sit down and be a little bit more normal.
Death is there to keep us honest and constantly remind us we are free.
Love is the promise that guides me.
Love when you can, cry when you have to, be who you must, that's a part of the plan. Await your arrival with simple survival, and one day we'll all understand.