Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting.

You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.

Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?

Heart may still be the fire in hearth but I'm suddenly too cold to continue, and besides, there's no hearth here anyway and it's the end of June. Thursday. Almost noon. And all the buttons on my corduroy coat are gone. I don't know why. I'm sorry Hailey. I don't know what to do.

The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

At the heart of any terror is the fear of losing what we find meaningful.