The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.

The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.

I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them. I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.