This uneasiness comes over me from time to time, and I feel as if I've somehow been pieced together from two different puzzles.

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.

The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow.

While they're still alive, people can become ghosts.

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.

Life's no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe's my own to fool with.