Stay. Fight. Live. Take it. Cry. Cry. Cry.

I felt like I had lost something. But not something silly, like my keys or my gum; more like my arm or my foot, something that really mattered. Like something that I could live without, but would make life much harder if it were missing. And life is hard enough. Life is hard enough with everything we're given.

On the other couch a women sits with a young boy looking through a picture book about Babar the Elephant. When I find a magazine and I lean back to start reading it, I can see the women watching me out of the corner of her eye. She moves closer to the child and she leans over and kisses his forehead. I know why she does it and i don't blame her.

Even a second of freedom is worth more than a lifetime of bondage.

In Lilly's eyes her beautiful clear water eyes there is what I have sought and never found, wanted and never had, hoped for and never discovered. Love.

Lying became part of my life. I lied if I needed to lie to get something or get out of something

He pulled out turned west and started driving towards the glow it was thousands of miles away, he started driving towards the glow.