Maybe, the hope said. Maybe.

The memories seem like snapshots from someone else’s life.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

anything, anything is possible, if you can just see the sky.

Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore.

Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.

Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there's a tomorrow. Maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know.