The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count.

Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.

I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count.

I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.

Right before my eyes, I could see my life going away from me and there was nothing I could do.