I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.

Just like any woman,...we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same.

If you were a mermaid, you said, If you were a mermaid, I was the sea.

The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.

...It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like that—whispered, tender, full of other meanings, like when you tell someone a dream or talk about your astrological signs as code for all the things you love about each other.

I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?

I believe we recover from loss by facing the loss, grieving, going deep inside ourselves (hopefully with a guide) and re-emerging to live and love again.