We can change so many times in our lives. We're born into a family, and it's the only life we can imagine, but it changes. Buildings collapse. Fires burn. And the next second we're someplace else entirely, going through different motions and trying to keep up with this new person we've become.

A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.

Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

Momentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.

The months fall to shards at my feet.

The seeds are tiny, unborn things, and I resent them. They'll be planted and they'll grow into exactly what they're meant to be.