The thing about fate is, are you the master of your fate, or are the stars?

When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

Even lost in the darkness, my heart will find you.

When we were together, she turned me completely inside out.

My mom was there, in some form, in some sense, in some universe. My mom was still my mom, even if she only lived in books and door locks and the smell of fried tomatoes and old paper. She lived.

Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light.