Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.

It's only the body that's gone. Only the body. There's a part that doesn't go in the ground, a part that stays inside you forever.

She's got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.

The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please

I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.

I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.