Something may have been lost in translation, but it certainly wasn't love
Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness
Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.
What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me.
This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural.
The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done.