The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.

Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.

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?

In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not.

Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.

Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.