After... The seas have dried out The trains have come to a shrieking holt The hounds of the abyss cease to howl The prisons have closed their doors The pigs have no one to arrest except themselves The drugs no longer have an effect When it's all over All I'll remember is you

A text conversation is a short exchange of often grossly truncated language that corresponds to a thought made all the more shallow by the process.

From those who agonize that they may no longer be able to write off their private jet to someone who doesn't feel like making the three mile hike to the well to get water and carry it back, everyone struggles.

What you do for yourself is one thing. What you do for others is something else entirely.

Disappointment always arrives before hope and the darkness of night comes before the dawn. Don't lose hope now because things will brighter with the new day.

The scars will take me far, they always do.

August, the summer's last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor.