It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.
Tell freedom I said hello.
She has the majesty of hurricanes and explosions.
There is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of his neck and I hold on to him. I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away.
Maybe hope isn't the most dangerous thing a person can have. Maybe love is.
It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space.