Hope you're keeping the dust out of your eyes and your feet off the ground.

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me, and that a 1,257 bump in the ground can feel higher than a bell tower if you're standing next to the right person.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

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

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.