I've become to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.

Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.

I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.

A long flight. Jetlag. Immigration. Customs. And then finally, that first step into a new place, that moment of exhilaration and disorientation, each feeding the other. That moment when anything can happen

...the world feels so big when you're out in the wide open. It's like you don't have a place in it when you don't have a home." "Your place is right here," I whispered, laying down and hugging her close.

We can change in one day. We can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.

Accidents. It's all about the accidents.