Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?

I want to open myself, let him inside. But how do I give what has already been taken?

You were a summer gift, one I'll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I'll never really see. You're the best thing that will ever happen to me.

You can turn your back but you can never really walk away.

And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?

Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?

There will never be color blindness in a culture of fear.