The. World. Is. Not. A. Safe. Place.

But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

The Color Of Extraordinary.

According to all the experts, it's time for me to talk about what I'm going through... I can't. I'd need a new alphabet, one made of falling, of tectonic plates shifting, of the deep devouring dark.

I don't know how the heart withstands it.