If singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing.

That's when you realize that most of it-life, the relentless mechanism of existing-isn't about you. It doesn't include you at all. It will thrust onward even after you've jumped the edge. Even after you're dead.

I guess there are some things you never get used to.

I love you. They can't take it away.

My parents were pretty liberal, but they were still parents. I definitely had my teenage rebellion.

The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.