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

empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.

In control. Out of control. Sometimes they're the same thing. The trick is knowing that, realizing it's okay to feel out of control once in a while, as long as you're sure you can regain the upper hand when you absolutely need to.

The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.

Have to Find ...life ...is ...a— ...gamble ...after ...all.

TRIAD: Three separate highways intersect at a place no reasonable person would ever want to go. Three lives that would have been cut short, if not for hasty interventions by loved ones. Or Fate. Three people, with nothing at all in common except age, proximity, and a wish to die. Three tapestries, tattered at the edges and come unwoven to reveal a single mutual thread.

Ghosts don't scare me. Flesh and blood people do.