Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.
How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth?
How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?
In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not.
The. World. Is. Not. A. Safe. Place.
It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.