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

There were times when I lifted my face to the sky, stretched my arms wide to the winter night, and laughed out loud, so happy was I. The memory of it makes me laugh now, but not from happiness. Be careful what you show the world. You never know when the wolf is watching.

The greenest of pastures are right here on earth.

You are a ghost, Andi," she says. "Almost gone." I look at her. I want to say something but I can't get the words out. She squeezes my hands. "Come back to us," she says. And she's gone.

You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine.

There is only one thing I fear now-love. For I have seen it and I have felt it and I know that it is love, not death, that undoes us.