The past feels distant, even when it's near. The future feels assured, even when it isn't.
A Margo for each of us--and each more mirror than window.
Language buries, but does not resurrect.
Love is always a miracle, everywhere,every time. But for us, it's a little different. I don't want to say it's more miraculous,...It is though.
You die in the middle of your life.
Night falls fast. Today is the past.