The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.

If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.

in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.

The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered “Shhh, I’m here, its alright.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness.

I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.

Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you." -Liesel

Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.