There are so many of us, so many girls. The world wants us for our wombs or our bodies, or it doesn't want us at all.

I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up

It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

Time was our very first king. We all live our lives to the aggressive ticking of the clock. We don't question that our lives are a grid of seconds; even our pulses oblige. No succeeding king can hope to hold this kind of power.

Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But it isn't so easy a thing as it sounds. There are questions like: How will this affect us in ten years? In twenty? What will it do to our children? Our children's children?

A feeling can't kill you.

...maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe it's what keeps us together.