Everything I did, I did because I thought it was the correct thing to do… I am not a hero, it is true… But I am not a bad person, either.

It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having.

If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.

We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it

But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.

What if I never stop inventing?

Her life was a slow realization that the world was not for her and that for whatever reason she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. table ivory elephant charm rainbow onion hairdo violence melodrama honey...None of it moved her. She addressed the world honestly searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her but to each she would have to say I don't love you.