She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the leaves that September. Some would fall with the trees generations later.

It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.

The world is a big place," he said, "but so is the inside of an apartment!

and i wouldn't say no to something sweet.

These little daily choices that we're so used to thinking are irrelevant are the most important thing we do all day long.

How did her life live itself without her.