Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it.

Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia.

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

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?

Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.

Disappointment Can do a couple things. It can drop you into a giant sucking sinkhole of depression, a place you have to fight to climb out of. Or it can trigger an epic mania to overcome the odds and transform failure into success. Say you swing as high as the chains will take you because you seek the thrill of flight, and on the up- kick, you lose your seat. Injury is likely. But if you worry about falling down, and never chance "up," the sky will remain forever out of reach.

Sometimes you're traveling a highway, the only road you've ever known and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you. Sometimes you dont wake up. But if you happen to you know things will never be the same. Sometimes that's not so bad. Sometimes lives instersect, no rhyme, no reason, except, perhaps, for a passing semi.