Music is everywhere. It’s in the air between us, waiting to be sung.

Let’s make plans,” I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, “No, let’s leave it to chance.

You leave the phone on beside you as you fall asleep. I sit in my bed and listen to your breathing, until I know you are safe, until I know you no longer need me for the night.

I don’t want to throw everything away for something uncertain.

I close my eyes. And i scream. If my whole world is crashing down around me, then I am going to make the sound of the crashing. I want to scream until all my bones break.

This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther

Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.