I leaned forward and kissed him. And again. As if I were passing him all those silent words I cound not say, the ones that explained my biggest secret: that I might not have OI but I knew how he (Adam) felt. That I was breaking apart, too, all the time."-Amelia

It's like picking up an unfamiliar piece of sheet music & starting to stumble through it, only to realize it is a melody you'd once learned by heart, one you can play without even trying.

Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

It is strange to think that we might have crossed paths, and still not have known what we were missing.

You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?

The problem isn’t with rock lyrics, it’s with the fabric of this society itself.