You signed no contract to become a parent, but the responsibilities were written in invisible ink. There was a point when you had to support your child, even if no one else would. It was your job to rebuild the bridge, even if your child was the one who burned it in the first place.

Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

If words had flavors, hers would be bitter almonds and coffee grounds.

Shooting stars are not stars at all. They re just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on when we see one is only a trail of debris.

Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.

Isn't it amazing how, when you strip away everything, people are so much alike?